Thief in the dungeon
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The prison wasn't much to look at from the outside.
It was merely a square building with crumbling corners from a glance, with short square spires spiralling from the sides, and a sloping, square-shaped entrance. Another look would reveal more than the faded (and square-based) resplendence that it clung to.
It sat, squat and ugly, the door frame gripping the moss-covered walls and tumbledown weeds with the last of its strength; the vines cascading from the outer walls like chains onto the winding path - overgrown and choked with all manner of flowers that exploded out in a iridescent mess.
It was really too bad it held the man who killed the king. It was even worse Orais had to visit him due to his mother's worries that her husband wouldn't last in such a building.
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