The dungeons beneath Lothian Manor hadn't seen much use in the past fifty years, ever since Lothian City grew large enough for the city's constable to build a proper jail that imprisoned most people either awaiting judgment or condemned to sentences of confinement.
Ever since then, the dungeons beneath the manor had been reserved for the rarest sorts of prisoners, either members of the aristocracy or people accused of such dangerous and heinous crimes that demanded the increased security offered by the cells built into the very bones of Lothian Manor.
The cell that Jocelynn had been thrown into had gone more than a decade without an occupant, and Inquisitor Percivus wasn't inclined to do any cleaning before locking the daughter of Count Rhys Blackwell into the narrow cell that was barely wide enough for a grown person to lie down along one wall.
