With that, the scrawny dishevelled elf scampered down the passage at full pace, though he was still easy to keep up with, and Astor had no trouble stumbling at the same pace, even though his ankle, which had been bound too tight, was causing him some measure of pain. They walked for some time, reaching the end of the corridor and then following a new one, getting to the end of that one, and then making another turn. The underground passages seemed to have no end, though Astor could not be certain they weren't just roving around in circles. To pass the time, he asked the elf more questions.