A rank maze of sewers that lie below the tower. They course with filthy ooze from the experiments of the mad king. Rats patrol its smelly walkways. Bones of treasure seekers lie riddled across the walkways, nibbled clean by the fat rats.
Tower Sewers, Inside Tower
villagers
fool
Why did I take the side road?  Who were those bandits that just robbed me?  I sure could use a glass of mead.  I hope the serving wench is pretty.
Oh woe is me. How horrible. What is going on? I was robbed! What an idiot I was to take the side road. Now I'm mired in this nasty sewer hoping for some sort of gold. Calm down friend, Youre welcome here, Here have a warm drink to calm down Oh...is it mead?! My heart swells at the thought of a good mead and a beautiful bar wench... Yes its mead, Drink to your hearts conent we have loads we stole from a brothel. Bless you friend. Do you know a way out of here? I'm a bit tired of the smell and scurrying rats. The only escape is the sweet release of death. Do you want the honours or shall i? I'm not ready for that. Somewhere amongst this filthy ooze must be a way out. Even if I have to bash my way out. There are barmaids I've yet to flirt with. There are other means of escape i could show you. By all means, let's venture forth. Sitting still is encouraging these nasty fat rats to climb on me. Ick! Yes lets mgo this way, It isnt far!