He says this half to himself, almost resigned to it. If he wanted to keep his gear in any respectable condition, he'd eventually need to take on work, and he'd doubtless need the extra eyes and strength.

His lips twitch into a brief smile at the impression, heedless of his dour mood. It's not long, though, before his questioning look turns to something more cautious, unsure.

"You could simply ask.

...Though I suppose I will 'ave to find a companion soon enough. Nothing else for it."

Galenos certainly seemed to be.

But he quirks a brow, turning to better face Lago.

"I can find another bear, though, it's not as if they're some rare, legendary creature. You just want to see [a] bear?"

ready to set up a tent and keep watch.

"I don't know what that is," he reminds Lago. "An... azuros, you say? Never 'eard of it.

Bruno is, eh... gone. Hopefully lived a good life." However long ago that might have been. He supposed there was no way to prove the bear wasn't still around somehow.

Well, it seemed they'd be camping right in that spot for the night, unless Lago's drunken, shambling form were dragged away by one of their beasts. He changes his mind at the last moment, and when he takes the bottle, he tucks it out of sight on his other side.

Better to keep a clear head,