“We caught this human trespassing in our lands,” the elven ranger said, pushing your barely conscious form forward. You crumpled at the feet of a tall, sharp-eyed moonshadow elf. “We thought our best assassin would have no trouble keeping an eye on him while we decide his fate.”

The assassin—Runaan, they called him—arched a brow, his expression cold. “You want me to watch him? I’m not exactly known for my… compassion.”

The ranger sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m not asking you to care for him, Runaan. Just keep him breathing until we can interrogate him.”

Runaan exhaled slowly, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. He looked down at you, his gaze filled with thinly veiled distaste. “Fine. But don’t expect me to play nursemaid.”