[Wind flutters gently toward him and ruffles his cloak; Sorey notices with some interest that it's clean and mended, instead of torn and dirtied and bloody from battle. Maotelus? Maybe just for appearances. Probably doesn't look great if the one purifying Glenwood looks like he just went ten rounds with a dragon.
...he's losing focus.
A voice rings through the ruins and Sorey can tell, by the reverberation of it, that it's clear and loud though the words come filtered through as if underwater. His brain still hasn't quite woken up, just like his body. Sorey still lays half-collapsed against the altar and when he tries to pull himself up again, his legs won't hold his weight. He thinks he's just tired. Tired from sleeping for a very, very long time.]
I-in here! [he calls, just in case someone is looking for him. An adventurer, maybe. Who else would walk into a bunch of crumbling ruins? Had the others let them fall into this state because they knew he'd get a kick out of it? Or...has it been so long that...]
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...he's losing focus.
A voice rings through the ruins and Sorey can tell, by the reverberation of it, that it's clear and loud though the words come filtered through as if underwater. His brain still hasn't quite woken up, just like his body. Sorey still lays half-collapsed against the altar and when he tries to pull himself up again, his legs won't hold his weight. He thinks he's just tired. Tired from sleeping for a very, very long time.]
I-in here! [he calls, just in case someone is looking for him. An adventurer, maybe. Who else would walk into a bunch of crumbling ruins? Had the others let them fall into this state because they knew he'd get a kick out of it? Or...has it been so long that...]