One can only imagine what horrors went on down here... The faint stench of blood still clings to where stains survive to this very day; against ragged stone walls and in rusting iron cells. The Jailor's office is cut off by a locked wooden door and in the torture chamber, a skeleton still lies upon the stone slab on which he died. Monstrous tools are strewn around and levers and chains line the walls and hang from the ceiling.