Feign covers his ears as Halvorson unleashes the gun in the enclosed space of the chapel.  As the smoke clears and the guards retreat, he sighs with relief.  "Ye gods, why'd they make those things so damn loud?"<br/><br/>He looks into the room as the loud clank of the bars reverberates through the doors, "Just as well, I was running low on bolts...  How long will it take to set up the kaboom?" He's already walking into the room, pulling bolts from the dead guards' bodies, quickly wiping each one clean and dropping them into his quiver.  During the fight he lost the pretence of acting like a slave and let his training actually show.<br/><br/>He looks back at Halvorson, seeing some confusion on his face, "Will it suffice to say for now that I have no love for the furs?  Later, I can tell you everything you want to know...  Within reason, anyway."