Wandering around in the woods without any semblance of lighting was perhaps not the brightest idea he'd ever had, but it was far better than getting murdered by a curse because they'd refused to follow the message. At least that's what he thought until he ran into a fucking tree. The hiss that left his mouth was sharp enough to send him into a momentary coughing fit, and it was only when he stopped that his hand flew to his brow to gauge the damage.

There was blood. Hanging skin. Stinging flesh. The pain trio. He let out an aggravated huff and hastily wiped the blood onto his robes, unsure of what his options were at the moment.

"Fudge, we need to find the others. I've got - you know what, it doesn't matter," he grumbled.

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