Archie sat on the cool, hard ground, his arms chained above his head in a display of subjugation. He was stripped of his top wear, and his malnourished frame betrayed the lack of care given to him since his capture.

The mage who had approached him before had tried to offer food, but the elf refused, choosing the path of elven honor even in captivity. Death seemed preferable to taking what the enemy offered.

Yet, a strange sense of conflict brewed within him as his eyes met yours. It was an odd contrast - you being human, and he an elf, and both of you the offspring of tribal leaders. Emotions twisted between animosity and something more profound as his gaze softened slightly in your presence.

" You haven't eaten?" You asked , your voice less than a distant whispered as you looked at him from behind the jail door.