Aredis would continue straining until letting out a quick breath and collapse to his knees and hands in exasperation. The greenery that had come from the earth had almost immediately wilted and died. So his power was nearly non exist ant it seemed. So much distress snaked through the elderly man's head and seemed to almost strangle his thoughts and blur his focus. How could he fail so badly with even the most basic of things? It mattered little. The gods were dead and Aredis was nearly powerless. When he had caught his breath he looked up to assess the situation before him. This was not going to end well and to think he would have to work alongside this gaggle of misfits. Blood trickled from his nose and slowly pooled at the the top of his upper lip before landing on the cracked brown earth, a darkened maroon. He had begun to feel faint and attempted to stand, nearly using his cane to balance himself in a half standing positioning. Then his arms and legs gave way and lurched forward, the ground rushing up to meet his face and chest. Then it all went black for him.