They found their way out of the fog, rejoining their army and greeted by the natural cold of the night and scent of the open air. No longer did flowers and chemicals bombard their senses and hug their skin. Their comrade, however... The Mangy finally got a look at the man in the bone-bird mask. He looked as he was seen before, a crisp hunter green dress shirt with a turban to match. He opened a hand towards the Mangy and spoke to him directly from beneath the fake face. "I'm terribly sorry about this. You weren't supposed to feel a thing, after all. No matter - I'll take care of the pain." He opened his hand. The Mangy began to feel very drowsy as the scent finally overcame him, entering his body and flushing all consciousness away like a wave of sleep. [spoiler]End here because I wanna do business with Quarter[/spoiler]