Draiss wakes with a groan, and then forces himself out of bed, every muscle protesting. He snagged something from the table, and then climbs down the rope. He sat by Daminor, wearing only his pants, not feeling like getting fully dress. Besides, he was a mage and allowed to do things like that. And he had a polymorph spell for anyone that tried to call him on it.<br/><br/>He nodded to the bard, and said, "Well, remind me to take at least one healing item next time I do that. That hurt. How long was I out?"<br/><br/>He popped his back, his scars from the Maralith adventure and his other ones stretching.