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Ivan walked from the workshop back to the party for some water, hard work makes one thirsty after all, and he really could use a cup of his own brew. Maybe he should invite Anima and Charmeine to join him for a cup too, that is if he could even find them in this chaos. Scanning through the party he however couldn't see them, however Ivan did notice something else.

The man from the battle, the one with the affinity for metal, he still lay there after his escapades. From this distance Ivan could not see exactly what this man was doing, but it didn't sit right with him that the man had been there all this time seemingly without moving an inch. Ivan decided it would be best if someone took a moment to check up on him, however nobody else seemed to have shared that standpoint, thus the task would fall on him.

Ivan approached the man only to find him blankly staring into the sky. As if he was conscious yet not, but certainly not dead as he still appeared to be breathing, something Ivan hadn't see either the dead or the undead do. "Good sir, are you awake? Can you hear me?" He asked as he came within talking distance of the man.

If Wayland were to notice the lantern Ivan carried with him, finding it to be names 'Heart of Fenn Fire'. Carrying the legacy of the cold winter and the flame deep within.