[IC] Chapter 2-5: You're whirling 'round...

[DM Surranó]

OOC - no, this fatigue is definitely from mundane hunger and thirst. You eat then rest for it to go away.

As Shanna dissolves the figment and Merri causually begins cleaning her oversized blade Zelgadis stops on his track, aborts the incantation, and lowers his right hand. The icy crystalline form in his palm shrinks back to nonexistence.

"Thanks for getting me out of that cage, I guess." he says, as walking over to Torin. It's hard to read his emotions. As far as Torin can tell this can be sarcasm or gratitude alike.
He checks Torin first and when he can see that the dwarf is unhurt he checks the rest of the company.
"If you are in need of healing--"

If someone applies for a healing then Zelgadis will stay close, putting his right palm close to the wound, and, without a word, a tiny aura of bright light starts to emanate from his palm, accompanied by a weak humming sound. He keeps his hand over the wound while it gradually closes.
OOC - the effect is similar to Lesser Vigor, providing fast healing 1, with duration: concentration.

Those versed in spellcraft (DC25), if they observe the man doing the deed, realise that ...

... they've heard about a rare and obscure way of invoking magical effects without truly casting spells; called incantations. Another possibility is the man is both a divine and arcane caster, and a spontaneous one at that. Undisputed, his magic is similar to and uniquely different from known spells at the same time. This particular healing effect is (of course) a divine power.