Fix me, I'm in a fragile state

Veigar's fur stood on edge as he continued to creep along, no doubt quite a sight as he moved painfully slowly through the pits of tar that surrounded him. The presence of someone made him pause, though it became quickly apparent that it wasn't just a single someone, but three wolves, none of which smelled like Insomnia... or really like anything at all. Yet still he knew they were there, as plainly as he knew anything else, despite being unable to see them. One in particular drew him forward, though he moved like a creature fighting his own body - like he was in a sort of trance. For why else would he be following a complete stranger, one he couldn't even see, let alone smell, or hear?

Veigar is choosing the hard route, the irascible guide.