OOC: Oh yeah! I did do that!
Althior breaths in and out, almost silently, awaiting the elves arrival. He places his hand on the locket, shaking a bit as he does so. He'd live to fight another day. He had to. He knew his destiny was to stop Abraxas at some point. The battle came nearer every minute, and he became less and less confident. "I'm ready."
"Oh Arasmyth! Take that Smelling Salts now, will you? You should be able to reload once a turn!"