[ Arthur flicks through the pages as the other man holds the book. ]

Nym, or rather, what's left of it. The city-state ad its people are all but gone, now, though the knowledge they left behind is quite fascinating.

[ Having found the page he was looking for, he lets his fingers drift over the test. Red sigils and blue-green light blossoms from the page, and a soft glow shines from beneath the hand he has clamped over his wound.

After a second, Arthur seems to visibly relax, his pained expression smoothing out as he draws his hand away. The smeared blood ad torn shirt are the only indications that there was ever a wound there at all. Before he takes his book back, he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes his bloodied hand off. ]

Now, then. What about you? Are you injured?