Feign is pressed into the wall a bit as the group backs up.  In the dim light, he watches the guards silently.  He mentally assesses each guard, looking for signs of strengths and weaknesses, noting weather or not there are any rats in the group.<br/><br/>After a moment pressed against the wall, Feign whispers very quietly to the rat next to him, "Now was not the time to bring that up, Baz."<br/><br/>He tightens his grip on the readied crossbow as the guards get closer, still trying to decide on which order to shoot if the group is spotted.