The dungeon of the castle was built underground away from the main quarters of the King. There were many cell rooms that were used to imprison men, women, children, regardless of their age. It was made of black rocks and stones, turning the entire place dark if it weren't for the lanterns that were occasionally lit when the guards or the other men who worked for the King appeared on his command.
A man now was imprisoned in the cage. The same servant who had been caught with the little bottle that was found and came to Theodore's notice. The cage was not big but a small one that had metal rods facing inside it where he had been pushed into before being locked. The other side of the cage was rusted in time with the number of captives they had held down here, and the little thin rods forced itself into his legs, hands and face, tearing the skin that had initially left the man screaming who now didn't dare to make a move.
