The Scarecrow examined his cut thumb curiously, no longer feeling the pain of it despite the blood that trailed down it. At least the clever little thing had some good use- numbed as he was to the cut on his finger, he was equally blinded to all the ailed that rest of him, as well. The room still spun, but gone was that dizzying feeling that accompanied it; the fatigue that had worn its way into his limbs was no longer felt, though with as sluggishly as they seemed to respond, he was sure it was still there. He knew his senses would return at the worst time, as they had the night he met the Burning Man; however, he was determined to put what time he had to good use.

He got back to his feet, showing Scar the ring. "This was my roommate's ring," he explained, frowning as he looked up at Scar. He really did remind Scarecrow of Depth Charge, at times. "Well, my former roommate. When we break the stone, it'll return us here, or at least that's how I was told it'd work. It'll save us a lot of trouble later, once we've got Skulduggery with us."