Callum sat in his study, papers strewn all across the desk. Most of them were schematics to be used for building new interrogation devices. A few were designs for new cells, nicer ones mostly afforded only to nobility captured in war. If they were returned in decent health, the ransom tended to be larger. And gold meant prosperity for the kingdom. The rest were all reports. Trials to be conducted, trials completed and their outcomes, prisoner releases and entries as well as the results of questioning. There was one that stuck out. A pirate-mogrel who had been imprisoned without trial a year and half ago now. The King--Callums father--had ordered they get information on the rest of the mans crew, and even other crews if possible. He was stubborn though, and strong. This was likely not his first imprisonment, as he had resisted all attempts at answers to date. Oddly, his record came in blank at the end of each day. No feeding, health, or even time-ins for when he left and re-entered his cell. The Kingdom of Junia had always pride itself on its fairness, even to the least deserving of its people. Prisoners were kept fed, in relative health and those not in solitary were allowed to socialize for one hour every other day. The only requirement was to track when each of these things occurred and how. Very strange, Callum thought.

A knock came at his door, "Come in," He hollered to the person on the otherside. A large man, tall and fit, entered kneeling to the floor. "Forgive me for my interruption m'Lord," He spoke graciously. Callum nodded, signalling that he could stand. "What is it?" The man fidgeted under the Princes gaze, despite being obviously strong Callum had no issue making him uneasy. He could do that to near anyone in the kingdom it seemed. He knew it was due to the fact that at a snap of the fingers he could condemn them to a live in the Oubliette. It was impossible for it to be his appearance, Prince Callum was anything but fearsome in appearance. About average height for a young man, and almost womanly in physique despite his constant attempts to bulk up. No definitely not fearsome, his thoughts rang. "Well, m'Lord, it is time for you to do a tour of the dungeons again.." Callum tilted his head confused before remembering. "Right right, 'Getting use to it' I believe father said. Fine, guide me then," It was true, he had been working on reports and trials for a few years now. His father had wanted to wait until he was 'ready' however, before directly working with the prisons. 

He followed Sir Vernon through the courtyards and into the entrance of the dungeons. From there he was passed off to follow the Keeper. A short, hunch-backed man that looked something similar to a skeleton. His job was to keep the prisoners, bring them food and conduct the interrogations. It was easily the dirtiest, and abhorred position in the kingdom. Higher rank to only a grave digger. Callum shuddered at the mans appearance, something of a ghost he was. Callum walked rigid between the cells, hands stuck out from the bars reaching and grabbing at him. It made him quite uncomfortable. They walked past one particular cell that was empty, "Where is he?" Callum asked, the old man pointed towards a door labelled "Questioning," in faded paint. "The pirate king goes there," The mans voice was high and raspy. Callum nodded and went into the room.

A foul stench immediately hit his nose as he entered. The source was no question when he saw the man, grotesque and disheveled, on the rack in the center of the room. His hair and beard were long and matted, his body caked in blood, dirt and bodily fluids. "Keeper! How long has this man been here?" The Prince shouted back out the room. "But just a few minutes, sir." Callum scoffed, walking up to the strapped in man. "That's Lord to you," He muttered clearly targeted towards the Keeper. He knelt down beside the man, not daring to get close to touch. "How long have you been strapped here?" He asked tentatively. Regardless of how long he'd been on the rack, it was clear he was not well-cared for. His ribs protruded and his stomach was all but non-existent. It made sense now why his records stayed blank, Callum briefly wondered if this occurred to prisoners often before he took the position. He felt an unusual pity for the man, despite knowing he shouldn't due to his position in life.