Runaan was sitting on the ground with his arms chained above his head. He was stripped on his top wear, and half starved. He’d lost, failed his mission, and as a result he could feel the uncuttable binding ribbon getting tighter. He’d seen the other mage come and offer him food, all which he’d refused. It was elven way to die with honor and not take the food of the enemy. Death before dishonor.

He heard footsteps walking in, and raised his head, glaring fiercely.

"Leave me alone, child"