This is a plain stone room with many trunks piled high.  There's tables with paper records stacked high along with writing instruments.
Storage room, Dungeon
a guard
cockroach
I am a tiny brown cockroach. I am universally disliked, which causes me great pain. I am emo and depressed.
Please do not stand on me! What was that?! I could have sworn I heard a voice speaking to me! Up here, good sir! Are my eyes deceiving me? An actual cockroach is conversing with me? Hey! Just because I am small and replusive does not mean I am not articulate! I was afraid I might have had too much to drink at dinner! What is a fine cockroach like yourself doing with that elderly madame over there? Well, between you and me she looks like good eating.  Goodness, I didn't realize cockroaches feasted on human flesh! Why do you think we have such a bad reputation?  I am afraid I cannot allow you to eat her. I'm obligated by my duties to protect every man and woman in this castle. Not even a tiny nibble?  I wouldn't risk it. Even if I don't intervene, she looks quite capable of squishing you with her foot.