Haemar stood after dusting himself off and recovering his blade. He had not placed the weapon back into its scabbard yet and instead was holding it by the blade in his right hand while seeming to stare off into the distance. His mind was occupied with the events they had just experienced. The end of the battle and the following fall through what seemed like an eternal tranistion between there and where ever here happened to be. He had experienced arcane travel before during his life and nothing was like what he and his companions had just gone through. Something was amiss. 

His golden eyes flicked to the side as Thea mentioned the last blow she took and Wick replied in kind to her. The two of them had certainly seen the worst of the fight that was certain. He had been struck numerous times but the foes he had face were of little threat to either himself or any of his companions. Haemar produced a small handkerchief of silk and ran it along the gently tapered blade of his old sword, clearing the dirt and oils from the blade with care. As he did so he stepped over and stood above Wick, looking down at the map she had crafted. It was a fine illusion that gave them some semblance of where they might He let out a soft humming noise as he looked to the side to where he could see Caesar making his way from the center of the lake he had the misfortune of falling into. The air here seemed as though it would be very cold and yet he felt no bite or claw of the promised cold. The wizard wondered if perhaps the former captain would be feeling the same. If he were, that could mean something far greater was at work in this place. 

"Of course sister Wick." Haemar replied in Elven as he return his grandfather's steel to its place at his hip. "I am always happy to share what I know with anyone in need. We need to all be as prepared as possible for whatever comes for us next." he turned his gaze from the swimming sailor to Wick, "I suspect, though perhaps obvious, we have been transported to somewhere far indeed. I have never experienced magical travel in such a way before. Though..." he paused and looked about at the serene biome they found themselves in, "... It is hard to believe the world was devoured by that terrible force if such a place as this still exists." he said before pulling his hand up to his chin and resting it there, considering exactly what might have happened to them. Had they been successful? They certainly slew the giant beast that had threatened them but after that it all seemed to fall into abyss. Had they truly failed in their mission? Was this some kind of cruel illusion placed before them by the forces of Darkness? 

Regardless, the right had been real enough. He turned to face his other companions. They all seemed to be in good enough health. Strange. He decided best to probe into this a bit more, "Thea," he began, switching back to common but not seeming to look directly at his old friend, still very much considering the answer she would give and what it might mean for them, "Do you have any pains from the battle we had fought in? I saw you take a powerful blow near the end and now you seem mostly fine. Did you heal yourself when we landed? I did not see you do so but I know your methods can be quite subtle when they do not involve slicing things in twain with that beast of a sword." he said with a small twist of his mouth in an amused smirk and gesturing to the powerful greatsword she carried. 


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Haemar is trying to think of exactly what kind of magic might have been used to teleport them to such a place. He rolls Arcana with a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2622]12[/url].
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