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Frysik was vaguely aware of being proper up in a chair. An old, knobby wooden one that poked into his back. His vision was grayscale, with colours nonexistent. A humming could be heard in his ear, and it felt like something was eating his organs out. In terms of the stabbing, he had been lucky. The knife hadn't hit anything, and hadn't gone very far in, although it most certainly didn't feel like that. Frysik remained in the chair, faintly aware of the situation.