[Cain was not made for the wilderness, and neither were his shoes or clothes--but he was also not one to turn down a challenge, and this is no exception.

He'd rather Riff were with him, of course, but he doesn't have a choice just now, and at least he isn't completely alone. Even if he doesn't agree with Sir Integra on most things, butting heads is somehow better than the gaping maw of isolation.

There's something soothing in bickering.]

Certainly, Sir, but if I might request that you leave my metacarpals intact? I'd like them to be in working order in case I need to use them later on.