The small spirit bird flies alongside Jaku, moving through branches without bothering to dodge them.  It is keeping pace with the naga, but there is audiable strain in its squawky voice, "I saw the tent we are trapped in while I was getting my bearings.  It is just south of the center of the camp, it's the large tent with a red cross on the front.  Knowing human tactics, they may have hidden scent and heat decoys in other tents or near traps, so you can't trust your nose.  Also keep your eyes on the way between you and the tent.  The hunters' attacks will be weak, but may distract you from what traps may be hidden along that path."  The bird flickers for a moment beside the rushing naga, "I don't think I can maintin this for much longer, you have to remem-" Just at that moment the bird vanishes like a wisp of black smoke.<br/><br/>Feign awakens in a fit of spasms, the strain of the sending was much too much after so little rest.  The room spins and he falls onto his side, completely unable to move except for a little shivering.  He had gotten enough of the message out to give the naga a chance at sucess, that was pretty much all he could hope for.  He has completely tapped out his spirit, with luck he may be able to move again within five minutes...  But he'll be amazed if it only takes a week to regain his magic.  For a while, he will be no more than a human with feathers for hair.<br/><br/>He suddenly thinks of a bad joke, rolls his eyes with a weak laugh, and passes out, just for a moment.