Arngeirr casts one look over his shoulder and sees Vernasus following in shame.  The huge man says nothing and continues on his way, walking slowly, taking his time to reach his destination.  He feels the huge weight of his mighty physique, exhausted even after eating his fill to slake the Hunger of the Huge.  But it is no the need to feed that ails him now; he has grown weary of this place, of the things he must contend with to complete his journey, or the things he has seen done to innocent men and little girls at the hands of those sworn to protect them.  But Arngeirr is, as always, a gentleman; he knows he must stand his ground in all things and try his very best.  It is not a question for him; it is simply how he functions, for if he were to do anything else, he could no longer call himself the son of Anvindr.<br/><br/>Now they are far away from the others.  The hallway they are in is devoid of monks and guards, far away enough that a man's shouts would not be heard by another.  The giant continues to walk with his ponderous stride, and looks over his shoulder once more to the monk.  This time, with his voice flat and dead, he says, "Vernasus, you seem strong enough to walk.  How do you feel?"