"Would you kindly continue your wheezing elsewhere? You're rather distracting." A somewhat distracted, monotone voice asked the dark mage that was sitting down at the fire, appearing to be trying to work out if his lungs were attempting to kill him from the sounds of the wheezing. 

Manus hadn't bothered to look up from the book he was writing in from his position at the flap of his tent, a fair enough distance from the fire pit that almost any other member of the company would have ignored the physically exhausted mage. Those who looked closely would notice that Manus wasn't actually writing in his book, as if the wheezing of the nearby human being was physically preventing him from doing so. Considering how the noise was grating across Manus's nerves like a saw blade that was clearly the case.