Having totally come out of his trance-like sleeping state, Hyarmenion was back up again and wandering about for the time being. He was looking around for the other two, but perhaps more importantly he was once again communing with nature and taking the deep breaths of fresh air that an Earth magician would have preferred to always be taking if it were up to him. Then again, if he were making the decisions then he might have ultimately spent all of his time outside anyway.<br/><br/>Regardless of any of this, he decided that it might have been best to find either Rubii or Sorin again. He was starting to consider them both close friends of his, even though they were in the context of a war that certainly created more enemies than it had friends. Still, he was glad to at least have them and felt it was probably for the best that he go and see what they were up to.<br/><br/>At this point, he had gotten his clothing freshened up again. It seemed that, perhaps for reasons of his heritage, everything he did had a certain methodical march to it. It didn't hurt that he was a career officer in the armed services in that respect either.