Azwel carefully picks up the orb, still wrapped in its cloth, and tucks it into his arm. Then he heads for the door, pulling it open and waiting for Felih to join him.

The corridor is dim and cool, and the scent of fresh air wafts in from... somewhere. Azwel walks down it at a leisurely pace, as though he's still feeling too lazy and content to expend a lot of energy.

"You know," he says conversationally, "I don't think I ever asked your name. How uncouth of me."