Leonard slowly enters the room, sword held at the ready.<br/><br/>"From the Reliquary, you say?" Leonard asks, redundantly, crouching besides the fallen Monk. He checks for a pulse, thankfully finding him simply unconcious. He was bleeding, rather badly actually, but that needed to wait. First, and most importantly...<br/><br/>Leonard stands and takes stock of the Mirror, grunting in discomfort. He could feel the vile energies of this thing, the way it called to him. His experience with such demonic constructs was enough for him to give it a wide berth.<br/><br/>"Call up Master Zato, tell him Sir Leonard requires his veteran expertise to deal with a-" Leonard is interrupted by a crippling, thunderous cough, blood soaking through the headwrap and dripping onto the floor, "... To deal with an Artifact."<br/><br/>Leonard kneels down and begins seeing to Master Thomas, stabilizing him as best he can. As an after-thought, he pulls a medallion out of his headwrap and wraps it with the bandages he was applying. If it worked for him, maybe he could help out Master Thomas a little better.