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
cockroach
a guard
I'm a guard in the royal army. I'm also a personal guard to the king. I feel a sense of pride protecting my country. Standing in one place for hours a day is quite boring and taxing on my body. I train everyday after guarding duty to keep myself healthy.
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. We're indestructible - have you not heard? 