*Rafe*

The dungeon stinks of urine, mildew, and wet stone. Not to mention old blood that has seeped into the floors and will never come up. I avoid coming down here whenever possible because it wreaks of death and decay, and nothing remotely pleasant ever happens here.

Likewise, I don’t like to send people here. I’ve found some people prefer this sort of duty more than I do, so ever since King Axel put me in charge of prisoners a few years back, I’ve delegated as much of their care to Kris as possible. This is where that bastard really shines. He can get someone to confess their deepest darkest...