The castles dungeon lay buried below the village on the outskirts of the castles garden. Only the guards have access to light, and light is given as a privilege. The interior is stone and smells of mildew and deadly black mold.
Dungeon within a castle, Dungeon
enemy
guard
I am in charge of protecting the gates of the castle. I like to weild my sword and wear my armor. I am brave and I am willing to die for my king.
Wake up, scum. No need to be like that.  Just because I am not someone's lacky, like you. Look, ya want to eat or not? I suppose you could feast on rats. I've eaten worse.  Mainly in here, if I'm honest. Ey, you know this is contraband. You getting friendly with one of the other guards in here? If I knew that you wanted it, I would have gladly have given it to you.  They must pay you poorly if you have to steal cigars from your prisoners. Rules are rules, and I'm paid more than enough to keep watch over little dirt bags like you. What's your name anyway? I have several.  Some you may know, some you probably don't.  You can call me Jaquim .. or Jack, for short. Well, it don't matter how many names you have. You'll be here long enough for no one to remember them...or care. Oh, I may be. Or I may not.  Do they penalize you badly for .. losing a prisoner? Losing? If by losing you mean burying them, not quite. I'm usually rewarded. They rarely put the cream of the crop in charge of guarding locked cells, my friend.  Think on that.