Vaelion couldn't believe this had happened. His hair, once beautiful and rolling down his back in blonde waves, was a mess and covered in dirt and leaves. He was a mess as a whole, really, and it brought him a sense of total dishonour and disgust to know this. Captured. And by humans, no less.

"You will burn at the hands of Mielikki."

He seethed under his breath as he watched the group of mercenaries go about setting up their camp, leaving him tied up and leaning against a tree. How humiliating.