Magnus, while still on the ground, attempted to calm his breathing. It wasn't easy, and every inhale and exhale sent another wave of pain radiating from the puncture wound. He grit his teeth and balled both of his fists tightly, preparing himself for the removal of the blade. Feeling it being pulled out almost hurt worse than when it had entered him, and when it stopped, he looked down at his wound to see why. The blade had a slightly serrated blade, and now his flesh was stuck in the ridge of one of the knife's edges.<br/><br/>Luckily, the blade had not pierced any organs. While he was bleeding badly, and was in terrible pain, it was technically only a flesh wound. With a swift pull, the wound and the resulting additional lacerations could be dealt with, but the extra blood lost and the suffering it would cause could have pushed his body into shock.<br/><br/>After a few moments, he interrupted the conversation with a direction. "In the shop, behind the counter..." He stopped speaking for a moment, taking a sharp breath. "There's a box of potions, they might help..." The box in question was really just a standard alchemical medical kit, but any amount of restorative aid would be a great help. "On the third shelf of one of the bookcases," He clarified, silencing himself again. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, his eyes meeting with Zephyr's.<br/><br/>He wondered just where Cal was planning on taking him if he could support everyone. Magnus couldn't just leave Goldenburgh, he had a family and a shop, which was admittedly not in very good shape. Even if there were cloaked assassins in the city, the guards would take care of them, wouldn't they?<br/><br/>But what if they couldn't?<br/><br/>What if the guards didn't find the cloaked men, and they returned later to finish what they'd started? The more he thought about it, the more he realized staying in town didn't seem like such a good idea.<br/><br/>He wouldn't want to leave empty handed, but he wasn't exactly in good enough shape to pack his belongings right now. As he thought about all this, his expression faltered to one of distinct worry and distraction.<br/><br/>Since he wasn't focused on the pain, it was a perfect moment to quickly remove the knife and apply whatever healing could be used.