"Yeah. Well, if worse came to worse I'm armed." He holds up his bayard which, for the moment, doesn't look much like a weapon. It looks like a partial ring with a handle in the middle. "I don't really like hurting stuff, but if I got stuck and something came to eat me? I'd defend myself."

He'd really rather not have to. The safer route is much better.

"I'm Hunk, by the way. Usually I'm an engineer or a cook. Not much of a gardener."