Labyrinth of the Sleep Wizard

I have fallen into the labyrinths of the Sleep Wizard, that wicked enchanter of old. His spell is deep and the Dew of the Mountain is not strong enough to break it. Like the Zombie Minions, I walk about with dull eyes and clouded head. Fatigue is my brother as well as my enemy. Archers stand along the tops of the walls, waiting for me to stumble, and thus pin me to the floor with poisoned darts of sickness. May the Ancient One protect my foot steps.