Feign follows along with Halvorson, glad to no longer have a blade at his throat.  "Don't worry, sir, I won't slow you down.  It seems if there's anything I've got a knack for, it's running."  He picks up his quiver as he passes it, and accepts the crossbow as it's handed back to him.<br/><br/>"Seriously, though.  I'll do better to keep my wits about me from here on.  That... Sludge freak as you called it, I think it scared some of the sanity from me back there."  He looks back to Halvorson's companions with a smile as the group walks.  "I would ask your aquaintances, unless your officer would like us to save our breaths for the journey."