Of all the people to seemingly break today, Fergus did not expect it to be Snow. One of the girls, for sure. But a monk who had witnessed war before? The thought hadn't even crossed his mind. He wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat and refused to come out. Instead, he walked over to Snow and put a hand on his shoulder. A hand and a sympathetic look was all he could manage before moving back to the fire and taking a seat. It almost seemed like he was looking past the fire, though. Chances were good that Snow would recognize the thousand-yard stare of someone who had no real clue how to process what had just happened. Whatever that magic was; it was enough to shake the monk to his core. Fergus was going to try and figure out what it had been. His expensive schooling had taught him a lot, but that was some time ago and he would be lucky to recall much of it at this point.

Beyond their little camp, the world had fallen deathly silent. Birds did not chirp, squirrels and other forest creatures ceased their chatter, and even bugs seemed to stop moving about and doing as they do. This eerie quiet further added to Fergus' difficulty in both processing today's events, as well as his efforts to figure out what that magic had been. All he was coming up with was [COLOR=FF8C00][I]"Some crazy powerful deathlord magic."[/I][/COLOR], and that wasn't much help at all. He could always say that someone in Lord's Crossing would know, but that would be redundant. They were heading there anyway. Truly, Fergus was just as lost as the rest of them at this point. It was not the most comfortable feeling for someone so used to being in control, to say the least.

The only real comfort was the crackling of the fire and the warmth it provided. It wasn't all that cold, but the heat did bring a small amount of joy after the horrible experiences of this day. In a world that was likely about to be embroiled in another huge war, small comforts could make or break a person. Gritting his teeth, Fergus continued to wrack his brain as he watched the fire. Nothing came to mind. Rather than piss himself off in addition to being a wreck after fleeing the city, he decided to lie down on the rocks near the fire. Better to at least TRY to relax, right?

Perhaps one of the gods in Yu-Shan wanted to lighten the mood. Maybe Fergus himself subconsciously hoped to make the others happy. Possibly, it was just coincidence. An audible [B]CRACK[/B] rang out through the camp as Fergus layed down a little too quickly and smacked his head on the rock he layed on. He wasn't badly hurt, thankfully. However he DID burst out into a tantrum of swearing.

[COLOR=FF8C00][B]"First the magistrates make me evict a damn church! Then the sodding undead ruin my city! Then they bloody vaporize everything with gods know what! And now I nearly give myself a fucking concussion?! What's next?! Is the five-metal shrike going to fly overhead and shit a rainbow made of jade scrip, orichalcum, and seafood chutney?! Son of a whore, I'm one-hundred and ten percent done with this day!"[/B][/COLOR] In his frustration, Fergus hurled his lucky rock over the cliff. [COLOR=FF8C00][B]"And NOW I've hurled my goddamn lucky rock, like a spoiled child whose been told 'no' by their parents! Fuck!"[/B][/COLOR]

He knew it would be back after a short time, but he was just venting his feelings after this awful day. It was likely that the others shared his general frustration, given they had been through the same things. Each of them handled it differently, and Fergus was just the one openly complaining.