Durin looked at the two women, his mind in a haze. Why were they looking at him like that? Suddenly he was supposed to be leading them somewhere?  He had been pretty certain that he was just following them. He dug through his own mind for a few seconds before he remembered that there was supposed to be some sort of healer's shop near here run by a pale elf woman. He blinked a few more times before he remembered where it was. Wordlessly, the dwarf began to hobble off through the debris towards the store without waiting for either Tirarrian or Isabeau to catch up to him.