Jakob followed as best he could, wincing to himself as blood trailed down his back, staining the top of his trousers. He'd stink of it until he could wash, change, and maybe bind the wounds. Hopefully they wouldn't come across any trackers or wild animals that considered blood to be a spice, a prelude to the main course. He had training enough in the art of avoiding capture, but being practically crippled, it would be much harder to do so.<br/><br/>"As long as you are of the knowing," he said, half-shrugging. The motion was lost in the darkness, the utter darkness. "Is it a long path?" he asked, hand out to the side. He needed to make sure he wouldn't collide with the wall. The sound of Rea's footsteps guided him now that he couldn't see.