Vinny sits motionless against the wall and if he ever sleeps, he does so with his eyes open and unblinking , clenched hands indicative of some meditation pose. In the morning he seems better, as if he had fully recovered from his fall. As soon as the seven hours are up the holy man pulls out the wand of healing and taps it once, twice, then swears. “Ahem...it appears in my old age I am losing touch with these things. I cannot for the life of me get it to work. So, do you still want to continue, or stay here?”<br/><br/><br/>OOC: Its times like this I am glad the dice roller cannot be judged, because strange co-incidences are always hard to accept.