"This isn't a normal well," Johan snaps. "He's in so deep he can't even tell who you are, Cyria. I'll leave it to you if you want to help him or pull him out of it- you know this magic stuff better than I do." Backing away and getting his back to a wall, he draws his sword and tenses. He didn't like surprises, he wasn't excessively fond of magic, and he knew just enough rumor about wells to be skittish around one that wasn't behaving as planned. The feelings entering him from outside... and he could tell those weren't his feelings... only heighten his anxiety. "I think you'll have to decide *quickly*, Cyria..."