A wounded mage

You haven't been wandering the woods long when you hear someone groaning in pain. Following the sound of the beaten path, you find a young man laying in a clearing clutching his side where a dark red stain mars his blue robes. The man is drenched in sweat and from the look of the wound he may have been out here all night: he certainly doesn't seem fully conscious. Aside from the wound he's quite handsome with dark glossy hair that falls around a soft face in a tangle of curls.

His robes are plain blue, but the ring on his right pointer finger bears the insignia of the College of Magi. An apprentice maybe, out picking herbs who was attacked by something in the forest. If you don't do something swiftly he will certainly die.