Malys was captured by a squad of four Fire Dragons. They spotted him flying high in the sky during one of his forward scouts on their side of the war; they took a chance when he landed to pounce on him and chain his wings, hands, and legs.

Malys is treated to a low and filthy cell. The guards spit on him frequently every time they pass by. His body is chained firmly to a wall inside a dark, filthy, dungeon. His wings are bound in long, metallic chains - and are spread out across the wall. The ground all over the room is completely covered in dirt, mud, blood, and the body odors of all the prisoners held there.

The Fire Dragons who captured him are currently outside the room, talking and laughing - easily ignoring Malys on the wall asking for just a glass of water. Between gritted teeth he ignores his instincts to spew insults to the guards.

“Please… It’s been days. I don’t need much only a sip or two.”