"Not the first, but unusual?" His head snaps from the armor to Barcus. "The usual part of this situation being some sort of- what, abduction? Summoning?"

And that's a very good point, thank you Barcus. Fingon stiffens, and begins pulling at the padded jacket he's still wearing to get a better look. Arms? Unbroken. Ribs? Bruised, but not broken. Lacerations? Scabbing over. Head? His braids are matted with dried blood, but the skull feels intact.

He looks to his hands, then back to the armor. "I suppose there's little point in abducting a corpse."