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
rat
prisoner
I am a prisoner at the current point in my life. I was thrown in here for the wrong things and none of the guards will help me or let me explain my side. There is no way for me to fight this. I guess my only choice is to try and break out. I have a family I need to take care of.
Say, rat - have you seen the guard about? Yeah...he looked angry..kind of like he wanted to hurt someone. I was worried about that. He's been scaring me all day, threatening to torture me. Oh Lord! That is awful! Let's break bread together! It is all I have to offer! It may not be much, but it will keep me from starving. Thank you, my friend! I got an idea. I know I am little, but if I scurry and use my tail just right, I can knock down that weapon. When the guard comes you can use it to protect you.  Rat! What would I do without you, you are brilliant! Hey! I might be little, but we rats run this dungeon.  This weapon will work great! I'll be home by nightfall! Yay! Do you need the torch to find your way? Oh rat, you are so very helpful! I will always remember you! I am happy I could help you. Those guards think they run this joint. They are fools. I hope you see your family soon. 