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Kevin sighs. "I guess it can't be helped..." He drinks down one of the potions, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated. He hopes that fixing up his insides doesn't take too long. He doesn't even know how long he was dead for, and he has no idea of the state of things in this world, or any others he'd been to. He thought about the guild, and immediately discarded the thought. He had left them behind for a reason, and he wasn't about to go back, in case he left a trail for trouble to follow. Sure, he may have been dead for some time, but if people who knew him dead found him alive, they would surely question how it'd come about. If they had any intention of finding out, they'd track where he'd been, and he didn't feel like putting the guild at risk like that.

Still... he needs to go somewhere. He needs to find something, still scratching at the back of his mind. For now, though, he waits. However, a thought soon occurs. "Hey, Minx, how long had I been dead?" He didn't know, and felt that was probably relevant information when considering his next course of action.