Kharrn growled and spat into the brush at Ayron's suggestion, "You ain't the boss of me, Imperial, you go with the kitten." He frowned down at the chains dangling from his wrist. They weren't a major inconvenience,  but if they were going to town then they would need to get rid of the cuffs. 

He glanced up at Kharmam's suggestion and chuckled, a low and gravelly sound, "Rock ain't breaking these chains, Scars. I can heat 'em up and pound on 'em, but we need a bigger rock to beat on." He stooped and collected the rock he had dropped after revealing himself to the Redguard. "I can hunt too, but snares are our best bet in this jungle," he gestured at the short lengths of chain dangling from his wrist, "Most of mine came off in the escape. Lockpick'd work better than anything."