"Uhh." Bariyan took the offered seat and immediately slumped forward, as if exhausted. His eyes squeezed shut. He was exhausted, at least mentally. It'd been a frantic couple days. It was hard to think.

"I got into a fight," he said, after a while. Once enough of it had come back to him. "And I was with a mage. I was injured during the fight, so the mage tried to use his magic to heal me, then...."

Bariyan turned his one hand over. His eyes opened, and he scowled. "This happened, because of his magic. It started with the fingers, so I cut this arm off--" followed by a brief shrug of his right shoulder "--to see if that would stop the spread."

He grinned mirthlessly. "Didn't help much. Couldn't go lopping the rest of my limbs off, after all."