Feign looks a bit shocked at Baz's exclemation, it takes him a second to really process what he's saying.  "You are, who the, not gonna kill me?"  he shakes his head and regains composure quickly.  "I don't know exactly what you're talking about, but I suppose we were going in..."  He grumbles with frustration, "Well, we<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>be going in, that tentacled<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>fucked our whole plan before it even got started.  Hell, I don't even know if the rest of my team is alive."<br/><br/>He lowers his arms to his sides, though he is very careful not to drop his crossbow.  "We were going to trash a good bit of military equipment and steal the rest, unfortunately, the guy with the map...  That thing got him before we could even react.  Now I'm lost and our mission is a failure."  As he talks, it looks clear that he has no training.  Likely that he was pulled together by some desperate rebels with minimal resources. He has almost no equipment other than his crossbow and a small quiver of bolts.