[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Deep in the Haunted Acre Woods, Where Ghoul, Ork and Goblin Play...
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No one again [/indent][/center]

Meditation and meditation.
Nothing more than erudition,
in the light and dark of the hours,
basking by day for thine powers.
Resting there in seated place,
soaking what channels space,
dream state of higher plane,
empties the mind and brain.
summoned sunbeams filter through,
and cosmic magic empowers you.

Still nothing from Thomas, who calmly dozed into a daze, tranquil in his meditation and easing off the pain of his fall. It was sometimes a waste of time for a caster to spend so long, but sorcerers like Thomas, especially young ones, needed to attune their bodies to the innate powers. Unless they wildly tap into forces that would tear themselves apart. Still though with the next cycle, Thomas should have his flares renewed, and perhaps a cast or two of light. Depending on when the team picked up.

Assuming after all they bothered to wake him from his state of meditation.