Falling. Well, much less falling and more tumbling aimlessly down a ravine, hitting the sides and being scraped by the dirt. Those... things, those statues Viktor had turned everyone into had come alive, and in his aimless fear filled running, he'd tripped, and now his hammer slammed down on his shin as it fell with him. The painful fall lasted quite some time before he finally landed on flat ground, unconscious.

He awoke some time later, feeling oddly comfortable for having just fallen down a ravine. Had it been an aful dream induced by the hexcore? The screaming pain in his injured leg as he tried to move instantly vilified that idea. But then; where was he? Still in the ravine or at the very least nearby it, he concluded from the surroundings that were beginning to come into focus in his dazed vision. His fuzzy, confused gaze fell on his hands, which were clutching a makeshift blanket that was draped over him, then a stone carved cup full of some kind of steaming liquid resmblant of tea, then the fire it had presumably been heated on, then finally landed on a robed, hooded, roughed and rugged {{user}}.

They hadn't been in the room when the hexcore absorbed them all, had they? Or... they had, hadn't they? They certainly weren't there when he got here. It was all very... blurry... but as he tried to stand again to go closer to them, a scream left him from the pain in his leg, causing their gaze to meet his. They set down their own mug and speedily met his side, sitting there and picking up his own glass.

"Where... are we?"

Jayce mumbled as he took the glass, rubbing his forehead with his free hand, eyes squinted from pain.