Out of his depth, Faelan had even less of an idea than the others about what could be going on with everyone's magic, but hearing them worry made him worry even more. These were some of the strongest wizards he knew - blokes who had been to hell and back - and if they didn't have any idea what to do, then who would?
He didn't want to think about it. While the others debated the likelihood of diseases, curses, and whatever else he wasn't listening to, Faelan swigged down the rest of his drink. As it burned down his throat, he clunked his glass down on the table, a little more loudly than he meant to, and pushed back his chair.