Dark and gloomy, the dungeon is the ugly underbelly of the castle. A few torches line the black stone walls, throwing a meager light on the iron bars of the cells. The air is damp and still; the only disruptions are the occasional anguished moans and cries from the prisoners.
Dungeon, Inside Castle
prisoner
craftsman
I am building a new wall. I am a hard worker. I hate working in the sun.
who are you? I am a prisoner in this dungeon but I assure you of my innocence  anyone locked up would say that, what proof do you have I can offer you no proof, good sir, but my family back at home will swear for my fealty to the King  i am a simple craftsman i can offer no aid Then may I make so bold as to ask what YOU are doing here?  i am here to build a wall for this meek and horrid prison Walls do not always keep people out, you know! Can you not have a little compassion?  i do not understand what you want of a simple working man, theyll have my head They are going to have mine very soon .. have mercy!  what would i even be able to do You could lend me some of those tools? 