[36 hours after
all of this, there is still a mage in the stocks.]
[By now, he's sort of sagged against the thing, about as laid out as one can get when they're put in this position. The lack of food, the lack of water, and sleep, have pretty much served to push him into a semi-conscious, vaguely hallucinogenic, state of mind.]
[The coating on his skin is itching. But he lost the energy to do anything about it long ago.]
[Technically, he's free by now. All he needs is someone to come open the thing up, and let him crawl away.]