Dark, dismal, lonely place with cold air. Prisoners and newly attained gladiators are kept here.
Screams sound in the dark. Moans echo along the halls. Fear fills the air with it's wretched stench. Few torches are burning in their sconces, leaving deep and dark shadows. The air and stone that makes up this dreadful place are cold and chilled. Sometimes, if one is quiet enough, the sound of rats might even be heard. The rats don't live long lives though. Prisoners sick of bread and water see to that. The newly attained gladiators, though, are usually well fed and treated quite well. They get proper food and clothing. They even usually get blankets to keep them warm... Usually.
