Dungeons

It's dark and damp down here. Red-eyed rats scurry around the stone floor. Individual cells with iron bars are empty in this place. Some lay opened, some are locked forever. Old kegs of fine wine have met their final resting place here. No one dares to drink them, assuming that they are so old that they may have turned to vinegar. The history of this underground chamber is written on its walls and floor. Dark spots of blood are still clearly visible there. Chains rattle down here at night, and you can almost hear the horrible screams of the lost prisoners' souls. If you read these signs carefully, you can almost count the number of wars that the castle has stood through, and then go back up stairs and sleep easy, knowing that you're safe.