Breathing, leaning against the brick wall of what he hoped was the school of Mensis. The real school, not the one in that twisted nightmare. Patches was never one to believe in magic or gods- not really. Figured the Healing Church was full of it and the Byrgenwerth scholars were delusional. Hells, he only followed that dimwit Micolash here to watch the whole shebang… Now though? Something was deeply wrong with him, something was changing.