Skylar flinched at the name but let out a shakey breath and let the hand fade away. He shook the black mist off his hands and rubbed at the rapidly forming bruises. Too much magic, too quickly, and using the wrong preperation methods took a toll. He winced and looked over at the caravan master. Staying here would be insane at this point and he just needed rest.

"If the offers still on the table, we should get out while we can. Though we're missing someome?" Skylar counted heads, "I remember Raven taking Ivan but where's Baldur?" He took sometime to look around, think maybe he was being them or outside.