Well, that didn't seem to work. No, as they fell to the ground, landing with impact on the ground, though not enough to kill any of them apparently, Woe reflected on his folly. Breen whispered from the beneath to Woe's mind, "You tried, Master. What else can you do?" Woe sighed, and pulled himself up. Once he found his feet amidst the fetid dust and detritus of ages past in this fallen chamber, Woe moved to Xander's position. He gave the man an apologetic frown, "Apologies, milord Andaris." He held his hands over the man's wound, and tried to channel Moseke's Light into it. A pale green glow enveloped his hands, as he extended the energy to the cut that the illusionary barbarian had inflicted upon the Duke. "Gennadiya, would you help? You're a far greater healer than I, but perhaps our combined abilities would make it go faster?"
Woe sighed again, not sure what to do. He decided he wasn't the leader that the group needed, nor the problem solver. He could fight, and defend them against any dangers, or so he thought, but he hadn't the faintest idea how to navigate the puzzles and riddles of this place. He turned to Zoro, and shrugged, "Apologies, Zoro. I should have waited to listen to you."
This failure was entirely Woe's, and he would assume responsibility for it. All he could do from there, was to do better.
As the pale light from Moseke's gift coursed through the cells of Xander's wound, coaxing them to heal, Woe asked nobody in particular, "What should we do now?"
Because Woe hadn't the slightest clue or lead in this place.
"We mustn't find our way any closer to Augiery, whatever happens. I can't go back there." Woe muttered.