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For some people life was easy, for others it could be described simply as a mess. Theseus never liked to take the easy road but that didn't mean he didn't want a few days of peace in between. Peace and he apparently had grown to be enemies, the kind of people who wished to gut each other out and that was apparent because the elf general was tied on a chair. He had woken up a while back but as he heard whispering in the room he pretended to be asleep. The white haired man was seated on a chair, with his hands tied behind his back and his ankles tied at the front legs of the chair. If his captors were ignorant fools he could have escaped so easily from such flimsy restraints. The thing was though they weren't. They were elves also and were fully aware of his reputation and the precautions they had to take.