"It takes a mule to repeat a mule's bray," Amberdrake just quoted a proverb in return. The k'Leshya Chief smiled, though it was faint, and more than a touch wry. He had a three year old daughter back in Velgarth, he knew this 'why' game quite well.

He thought he spotted a building, and adjusted his path accordingly. Could the natives be hostile? Of course. Was avoiding them on that chance an option? Not in these circumstances; Sanzo needed more help than he could provide right now. If it came to it, he'd be the distraction. Maybe Sanzo could manage some sort of... something, he didn't know. The sutra, or a well placed bullet or five.