It is dark and eerie, especially because there is only one candle. The candle is low on wax, it will be out soon. The brick walls surrounding the dungeon are scratched with fingernails, moss is growing.
A wet dungeon, Dungeon
angel
squire
I a squire in the king's army. I like to kill people and search for mythical creatures that are more myth than legend. I like to drink at taverns and have sex with prostitutes.
I hardly believe it, are you truly an angel? I am and I am here to help.  What can I do for you squire? I have been searching for you.  No one believed I would find you but here you are. It's my lucky day. I am only here because you have been seeking me.  Why are you in this dungeon? I had heard if you put your life in peril your angel would appear.   You tricked me into appearing?  Do you know how dangerous that is for your own safety?  I could smite you with a single word.  Why should I spare you? Tis no trick, look around my life could perish at any moment.  I needed to see you, to verify if you were real. I am real.  What would you ask of me? I can't quit the women at the tavern and I've developed sores.  Is there any way to cure me of this? NO.  I am not a doctor and I don't alleviate the consequences of your sinful lifestyle.  Why are you in the dungeon?  The women? I merely wanted to summon you, I have heard your angel dust has magical properties anyone can use. You may not touch that.  You have abused the trust and goodwill of an angel.  That is a serious offense, now give back the dust.