After waking up in immense pain, seeing that he is in a cell with several miserable prisoners, Fei Jao takes off his blindfold and awkwardly ties it around several open wounds that have thankfully somewhat healed and stopped bleeding. He feels along the ground around him, looking for something to draw in, but finds nothing. "No runes, I guess. I suppose I'll have to practice with glyphs," he says with a hoarse, unused voice. He curls up against the wall and draws a weak light rune, muttering the phrase "Fiat Lux" over an over again, watching tiny flashes express in his cupped hands. Finally he grows to weak to continue and rests his head against the cold floor, falling asleep again.