No, that ... no. You simply must have something much closer to surety than a vague notion that an exit exists somewhere nearby before you commit yourself to running. You will have to -

Barely, over the clanking din the footfalls from the Guard beside you, you can hear a second set, more distant. You turn, to see the second Guard approaching with a lit peep-lantern in hands and his gun slung over his shoulder. The first Guard stops, and you - not knowing where you are being led - stop as well to wait. The tight beam of the peep-lantern moves towards you, and instinctively, you look away, to spare yourself from being light-blinded. It seems that your escort was not so fortunate, for after a wordless squawk, he cries out into the echoing hollow all around -

"Have a care, you fool, with that damned thing. Er ... pardon my language, Domina."

"And my trespass, Domina, pardon that too. I just saw that my friend was so eager to be off he forgot his light."

Helmeted and still in the gloom of the tunnel, it is hard to see their expressions ... but you feel for a surety that they are looking at you intently. Perhaps ... perhaps they expect you to actually verbally accept their apologies?

"It is ... nothing. Less than nothing."

They nod appreciatively at that, and nothing more. When nothing else is forthcoming from them, you start to feel a bit awkward yourself, so you blurt out -

"Thank you, Goodman Guard, for the light."

"Why, you are right welcome, Domina."

He starts to say something more, but he stops himself short. It is the other one who speaks next.

"We really shouldn't stray so far nor so long from our posts. If it is your pleasure, I'll get you to the Watch-Serjant as quick as can be."

With that, the Guard you followed in - the one with the awl-pike - offers you his left arm.

Setting aside that you are not entirely certain that someone of your presumed status would accept a Guards arm, you have some misgivings about finding yourself being led around like that again. Sulphreme, as caring and proper as he was, really managed to hurt you when he was hanging - dangling perhaps - off of your arm. Though that was more to do his weight being put on the tracks of the Socketing Needle than anything else - with this left arm on offer, those tender spots would be untouched.

> Please choose ONE of the following:
> Accept the offered arm, and continue on.
> Refuse the offered arm, and continue on.
> Refuse the offered arm as politely as you can, and continue on. [Requires Rolling]