My eyes slowly opened and rapidly blinked, attempting to adjust to the low light in the room. "Alright, head splitting headache. Check." I examined myself quickly. My clothes were a little ruffled, but still intact. No cuts or bruises. A little bit of introspection and focus made me notice my magical side. "Severely depleted magical core. Check." The room looked mostly the same as I had entered, boring, dark and untouched. My magic had caused some chaos in the room. Several pedestals were knocked down, though still one piece, and some artifacts were scattered on the ground. Many of them I now recognize. Nothing noteworthy, mainly objects of failed or unfinished projects. They were Merlin’s after all. The man had the habit of never finishing projects. I looked at my grimoire. My old friend, my pride and joy. Well one of the many, anyway. I waved my hand and my grimoire floated towards my right hip and held itself there. "Grimoire. Check."