Ayrix awoke and groaned; the sun was much too bright for his liking. He rolled over onto his side so he could see if anyone else was up, and saw Tear, Reane, and Drago breakfasting in the distance. They looked somewhat cheerful for a change, and Ayrix wondered if his joining in would lighten or darken the mood. He sat up, the burns on his chest dully burning as he did so. He clenched his teeth in pain as he got to his knees, then to his feet. He pulled his robe up off the field grass and folded it sloppily, shoving the black cloth under his arm. He then grabbed his shattered Physic staff and stood, leaning on it. He looked the way opposite the campsite where he was able to make out the rim of the brown grass, its life sucked out by Ayrix last night.
Thank goodness for the Nosferatu tome Hector gave me...we'd all be dead if he hadn't given that to us likely... A grim feeling boded upon Ayrix's heart, but he tried to disregard it. Standing and reflecting for a moment, he then turned and slowly stepped toward the rest of the group, watching his shadow move along the grass as he walked.
I hope they don't bear me hard for what happened last night...if they do, I won't blame them though...