Handing Kardur the retrieved sword of the lady paladin forces an expression from him similar to when someone gets punched in the gut. Hesitantly, he reaches out with his good hand and takes it, holding it in front of him and studying the writing along the blade.<br/>"This wasn't meant for me, I'm not worthy of it. But better carry it, if I can at least get a single slash in at an enemy it will do better service than in untrained hands." he muttered, keeping the weapon in hand since he lacked a scabbard or sword belt, usually carrying his own two-handed weapon on his back with the help of a harness strapped across his chest, an accessory that he lost somewhere, either in battle or on the rough way down he still didn't believe he survived.<br/><br/>"What is with this place anyway? Can we go look for Samedi find out where she went to?" he asked, coughing a bit then twisting his expression a bit as he tried to wet his lips with a dry mouth. "Do you have water? I need... just a sip."<br/><br/>Of course the girls only came with a single waterskin each, and with only Hunter's and Bremorel's left, they were running low on drinking water, a realization that made their predicament even more grim, only dawning on them as the words of thirst were spoken.<br/><br/>Several tunnels and turns further into the maze, Samedi could only whimper and moan, a few teardrops rolling down her cheek even in her knocked out state. She might have been out, but her unconscious mind understood the total defeat she suffered.