Feign hates the damn sewers.  Close, noisy, stinky and dark.  Granted, his sense of smell and hearing aren't nearly as amplified as those of the furs in the world above.  Blessedly, his sense of smell is probably even worse than that of a full human.<br/><br/>The closeness of the seemingly endless maintinence shafts was maddening.  He isn't claustraphobic like many of his brethren, but still the lack of direction down here is maddening...<br/><br/>Speaking of which, Feign is currently thoroughly lost.  He sits against a wall to rest, writing off the entire endeavour of warning the palace as a loss.  He leans his head back and lets out a heavy sigh, "Eh, who needs The Bitch anyway."