Feign runs madly, the darkness of the tunnels almost too much even for his sight.  He keeps focused on the sewers ahead of him, never checking back to see weather or not the creature is in pursuit.  "Take the sewers, I say.  No guards down there, I say.  Now every bat, rat and sewer crock for<span style="font-style: italic">miles</span>probably knows I'm down here.  Real frakkin smooth."<br/><br/>As the creature's screaming finally dies off, he slows down to take a breath and check his surroundings.  Now that the howling had stopped, he decides to go back to berating himself silently.  He doesn't recognize anything around him from before, which tells him that he at least isn't going in a circle.<br/><br/>He looks in his quiver as he wanders, though he knows what to expect.  In his panic, he used his last high explosive bolt instead of one of his many flashbang bolts.  He counts his blessings that the sewer tunnel didn't cave in around him as the ringing finally starts clearing from his ears.<br/><br/>From here it looks like whatever he wanders into next is in the hands of fate.  The plan he once had is now completely botched.