Nivram
Nivram's unconsciousness did not last for long, but when his eyes opened he was still exhausted and had no idea of how long he had been blacked out. He had never attempted a spell as powerful as the one he had, and as such had not expected the draining effect it had had on his body. He was both physically and mentally exhausted.
He fought down the urge to immediately check on Zakaria, for that might have given away the fact that he had something to do with the spell. Nivram did not know whether anyone had detected him casting it, but he hoped that not. He had never revealed this side of himself to anyone except his sister and he was not ready to break that habit now.
Nivram saw Isokla standing next to him and leaning heavily on her stood up. He noticed that his wounds had been tended to, and guessing that she was to thankf for it, he did so.
Detheriel and Telryn were interrogating the bandit still, so Nivram guessed that he had not been unconscious for long. It was only after inspecting all this that he turned to glance at Zakaria. From the position of the body and the lack of movement in the chest it was obvious to his eyes that poor Zakaria had not survived even with the help of his spell.
Nivram could barely stand on his own feet, but did not want to show a weakness surpassing by several magnitudes the one which his wounds could explain. He took his hand from Isokla's shoulder and made a hesitant step forward. He managed to maintain his balance and set off to the tedious task of recovering his daggers on the battlefield, all the while thinking on how Zakaria could have died, when just before fainting he had clearly felt the draining of his lifeforce stop as a result of his spell.
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