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Yvandír shifted awake, the world around him blurry at first before his vision quickly cleared up, stunned slightly by the headache, he'd bring himself to sit up and bring his hand up to rub a temple, wet, he'd retract his hand quickly, his finger tips layered with blood, with a silent sigh he'd begin reciting words he thankfully rarely spoke a green glow of positive energy forming around his hand before he placed the spell against his head, healing himself of the head wound.

Giving himself a few minutes; Yvandír would push himself up away from the stone wall he was slumped against and begin to brush himself down, the thick dust causing him to sneeze loudly, thus causing an echo in the roofless room. "Ahhh...bloody hells" the half elf murmured to himself, bringing up the simple cloth mask that he kept tied around his neck. looking to the floor again he'd kneel down and pick up his longbow; the runes etched into the 'darkwood', glowing a faint trailing azure blue, with a silent smirk he'd draw back the longbow and watch as he did so, an arrow would form in place ready to be fired "perfect".

his sensitive perceptive senses would pick up the distant yelling of two individuals, he pulled together his equipment, that seemed to have been brought with him to this strange abandoned place, turn towards the darkened doorway out of the room and quickly cast another spell. with a smirk after casting the spell, the darkness would be less of a threat to him now, and so Yvandír set out from one of the dilapidated upper floor rooms to seek out the other voices he could hear in the floors below.