The days and nights passed by and nothing changed. No one came. I was alone. The mages allowed me to walk freely here as if they didn't have me as a prisoner. At meal times, I was expected to sit among them, which I did. In the huge hall sat rows of wooden tables and benches. They were uncomfortable at best, but they were always filled with a feast of food. As much as I wanted to hold strong, I was starving and the smell made my mouth drool. The first time I relented, I took a small scrap of food - just enough to survive, I told myself. The next time I caved I took the least appetizing. Before I knew it, I was choosing my favorite foods and looking forward to meal times. For a while, I never spoke to anyone, and they did not acknowledge my existence. Now, however, I have found myself getti
