Azwel nods and starts walking, still unnerved by the darkened corridors to one side or the other. The whole place seems so eerie and silent. He wants to leave as quickly as possible, too, but it becomes clear rather soon that his strength is already flagging. His feet drag and his path weaves until, several steps later, he staggers against the wall.

"Oh. I'm afraid my legs have other ideas...." he says a bit vaguely. "How mutinous of them. I'd tell them a thing or two, but I don't think they're listening."