Guts grit his teeth, eyeing the monkey. It looked like something the Kushans would send.
"I'm not interested in joining a group." Guts said, briefly remembering his experience with the Band of the Hawk.
He'd probably intimidated the 'gorilla'; it was reaching for a... thing. It looked like some kind of handbow, probably. That only cast more doubt on the offer to ride somewhere else. Guts knew that when an offer was too good to be true, it probably was. Still... a harsh wind blew in from the tundra. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
"You have a boat out of here, then?" he asked cautiously.