In the time that Lucian was gone, Gideon had spoken to several of the hired mercenaries, including the head mercenary who Cass had spoken to, and Edgar had tended to Cass, spoken to the Priests, and gotten dinner started. He had politely refused the food from the Priests, using the excuse that he didn't want to eat the stores that they had brought up.
It made them look good while keeping Cass safe from their blessed food. It was a smart way to handle the Priests and their image.
Cass had to lie down in the tent like an invalid, his head spinning and his breathing heavy. He had no idea that using that much magic would take so much out of him, since he hadn't felt like this before. He hadn't felt like this when he was learning how to use his magic with Lucian. He didn't feel like this when he'd used some light magic in the capital either. He hadn't felt like this inside of the dungeon at all.
