Ferrah
The dungeons weren’t exactly what I expected. The building didn’t have a basement, so at least I wasn’t stuck in the dank, miserable hole.
I was in a cage, though. It was a small cage with iron bars that had been built in the corner of a disused bedroom. It was an interior room with no windows and they hadn’t bothered to turn any lights on, so I was sitting in the dark with only the light that came in from the gap under the door to illuminate the space.
There was a cot against one wall and it looked like there was a door across the room. It could be a closet or an ensuite bathroom, but it wasn’t accessible from behind the bars. Other than that, the room was empty.