Amos has built his life on being useful enough to be indispensable: thus his assertion Maketh is certainly not useless. In need of a helping hand, sure, but they all get that way, sometimes.

Amos stops at a crossing and tilts his head, concentrating for a long moment. Yes, no...to the left. He nods to himself and heads down the corridor, though he glances back again. His talent only works so faintly on these, he's having trouble making sure he stays clear of the monsters. But he can at leas steer them clear of any trouble not specifically looking for them.