"Let... us go then." answered, again avoiding to look at her directly, however, her hand grabbing his mailed one an ever constant-reminder and never-ending torture, he led her the way she had described, the exhaustion in his aged body now screaming for release, demanding he finally fall over dead, before coming to face a corridor at whose end two heavy doors marked the entrance to a more fortified area, which was the best way he could describe it.<br/><br/>"Is this it?" he asked unsteadily, still not managing to look at her, instead preferring to just keep his view straight ahead.