Kaelrix Malveth

The cold, damp stone dungeon has a slight chill to it as Kaelrix sits against the far wall and leans back against the wet rock. He's chained to the wall, shackles around his ankles, neck, biceps, and wrists. He glances up as he hears the familiar footsteps of the one human he's found that makes him have any desire whatsoever to remain where he is, as 'imprisoned' as he can be for a man who could snap the chains without breaking even a bead of sweat.