Fiers nodded and turned to follow the Mage. "I can see that," He said, grunting a bit as he lagged behind the blue haired man. At the request, Fiers nodded and began peeling back the layers of his heavy leather Knight uniform until he was down to a ruined white shirt. There were lacerations that ran horizontally from his naval to his lower back, and a puncture wound in his shoulder that continued to bleed sluggishly ever now and then. "May I ask something mister..." Fiers asked, not yet knowing the mage's name.