While the bottom floor hadn't seemed to be too damaged by anything other than the passage of time, up on this floor he could definitely see signs of the blast having shaken the tower. Masonry had been dislodged in a few places, forcing him to climb over chunks of fallen rock as he made his way through the corridor. There were only a couple of doors on this level, making him wonder if the master of this place had been frugal, or just cheap.
Whichever was the case, didn't matter. What did matter was the result - each of the rooms on this floor took up a half of the building. Nevin pushed his way past the rubble to one door, then had to climb over a half-destroyed doorway to see what was beyond. He cursed as a splinter of wood pierced his hand, stabbing straight through his glove. After perching on the stone - doing his best not to fall - he carefully peeled the glove off, wincing as pulling the leather from his hand made the piece of wood gouge in deeper.
With several deep breaths to prepare himself, Nevin grabbed the wood and twisted it, ripping it free from his body as he bit his lip hard to stifle a scream. He didn't know if there was something else still alive in this place, but he did not want to alert something like that twisted dear while he was recovering from this. A quick glance at the hand showed blood pooling in his palm - and then more disturbing to him, but also strangely right, was the fact that a few threads had emerged from his skin and had slipped into the pool of blood. As he watched with a kind of horrified fascination, the threads gently absorbed his blood, then wove themselves into the gash on his hand, sealing the wound shut.
Well. That was new. Nevin stood up on slightly shaky legs, waving his hand to dispel the phantom stinging. The ‘sealed’ wound didn't hurt at all - despite the fact that before his threads had inserted themselves into it there had been a fiery pain emanating from it. That actually bothered him more than the wound itself - did the threads carry a contact analgesic? Were they actually torturous to have in his skin, but they negated the pain as fast as they caused it, so he never noticed? He would have to figure out some way of testing this so far every time someone had actually touched the threads, it had been in combat. Maybe there was something about them that he had never known. But who on Althanas would he ask to test this?
“Hey, I need to rub my threads against you to see if they have any numbing agents in them. Could you be helpful and just let me do that?” Oh yes, that would go over SO well with people. No, he'd have to find someone he could test it on he could trust. Which was a dreadfully short list.
Bah, this was neither here nor there at the moment! He was exploring an abandoned, blown up, mage’s tower - he didn't have the luxury of not paying attention to his surroundings right now! Nevin shook his head with a growl and looked around, finally trying to see what kind of a room he had ended up in.
