Fios walked the streets of Taras, his hand clutched his chest, there was blood seeping out of his chest and down his hand. A black cloak hood was over his face, but you could see bright blue eyes and black hair covering them. Fios was stumbling, he had gotten stabbed by a maniac as he put it, and he was just trying to calm the person but it didn't work so well, it had gotton himself stabbed, which annoyed him. Everything seemed to go wrong but why, all he did was try to stop a man from yelling and cursing, but no, he had to get stabbed hard in the chest. He couldn't seem to recall his healing spell which annoyed him even more knowing he can't remember his own spell he took forever to learn, and now when he seemed to need it the most he can't remember. He knew he could die if he didn't remember soon, but he is usually willing to take risks if needed. He was new in Taras and didn't know his way around so he was basically lost and didn't know where to head so he just went down streets and sometimes through alleys hoping to find some form of healing area, but he wasn't having any luck.

Finally giving up, he slumped against a wall, his face grew a bit paler, and he felt a bit weaker.

"Dolle naa lost, Fios." He spoke to himself in elvish, as he tore a peace of cloth from his cloak and put it against the wound, and it turned dark very quick. "Mankoi lle uma tanya, Fios? Mankoi?" He said to himself again, continuing to do so, as he continued to try to recall that spell. He was never good with magic, his father tried teaching him magic, but he just was never good at it, he was always messing up, and making something blow up, or he forgets. He was a warrior, not a wizard.

"Amin n'rangwa edanea... Amin anta est..." He sighed, leaning against the wall, as his blood seeped to the ground. Thats the last time I try to calm anyone down, he thought, closing his eyes for a moment but opened them again, and put more pressure to his wound.