Coming forth from behind his curtain of invisibility, Wyren looked over his comrades. He of course was none the worse for wear, having been hidden in plain sight behind a veil of obscuring mindcraft. "I have knowledge of wands and their use, do any of you need healing?" The smirk on his face was almost hidden, but not nearly so well as it should have been. He prepared some of the items to ease the pains of his fellows, looking particularly at Sweetwater in her fairly injured state. He wondered if any of the items he had could cure what ailed her. The afflictions of the undead were not to be taken lightly, that was easy enough to say and another thing entirely to feel... it was only his ability at hiding that kept him safe, or some reasonable facsimile thereof.