A full five minutes had passed before Ysran had regained his senses. Thankfully nobody had seemed to notice his little display. Except for Elyria, if course. Groaning, Ysran slowly managed to get to his feet. He began to speak slowly: [color=662d91][i]"Okay...I think, uh... I think I'm fine. I'll just... Cut back on the magic a bit..."[/i][/color] He gave Elyria a quick nod, as a means of thanks, and he began to slowly collect the fish scattered around. Once he had an armfull, he returned to Alberich. [color=662d91][i]"I uh... I got some fish. There's still a whole bunch more over there..."[/i][/color] He pointed to the area beside the lake. [color=662d91][i]"I need to uh... sit down for a moment... maybe I'll read something..."[/i][/color] He shuffled slowly towards the fire and dar down. Putting his pack in front of him, he began to go through it. There were some candles, chalk, a few books, some detailing spells, the others, we're likely some other sort of ritual. Ysran was a little to tired to translate through the books, and tried to find one in common. Pulling our a small paperback book, the title read: [i]"Choose your own adventure! Dungeons and Dragons: Fall of Wintersrock."[/i] a bit of a silly read, but he needed something to help him relax. That is, of course, until they were attacked by who-knows-what. Things always seemed to go in that direction for him. Taking his crossbow and blade off, he set them beside himself, and began to dig into his book.