Nope! Everyone here is sure that the fairy hauling him would be suddenly moved to compassion if he did yelp, of course.

The dungeons are (as far as the blinded prisoner can tell by listening and feeling) earthen pits, with grates overhead. He is dropped into one. Ow. The grate is shut with a clang. There are footsteps, retreating; more approach and fade, as though there are patrolling guards above his pit.