--<strong>Gorvis "Fennel" Wendelin - Glad to be alive, and in familiar surroundings.</strong>--<br/><strong>-- HP:</strong><em>20/20</em><strong>AC:</strong><em>20</em><br/><hr/><br/>Gorvis felt as if he was liable to hack up a lung, but otherwise he felt none the worse for wear.  He looked around the space that he and the others had settled into and, hearing them scuffle about, realized the likelihood that they were all blind as bats in such darkness.  His fingers found what they were looking for in his pouch, the dessicated corpse of a firefly, and with a few muttered incantations the crude little ring on his left hand shone with a brilliant magical light.<br/><br/>"Is everyone alright?"  It seemed odd to him that he should even<em>care</em>, yet under the circumstances he felt an odd short of connection with the rest of this unlikely group.<br/><br/><strong>[Light Spell Cast]</strong>