"Some of the muscles have died. It will only slow us down alittle." Griffin assured his. The pain was getting worse and he knew he was going to have to stop soon but the good news was that the sun was starting to set so it was a good time to stop anyway. He moved off the path. He sank tiredly under a tree. He pulled out the small bag the guard had given him. "How does fish sound? We'll eat and then I'll set up a tent for you."