A crumbling hole gapes in the side of the stone, surrounded by rotted wood timbers. A few rusted pieces of block and tackle lay half-buried in scraggly grass. A strange sort of humming noise emanates from within.
Abandoned Mine, Mountain
a jailer
rat
I am a rat I love to eat crumbs dropped on the floor. I love dark places and scurrying about the castle. The kitchen pantry has the best food.
Perhaps I can make a warm nest out of this Do what you want rat, as long as there no escapes on my watch.