Kenn is in relative agreement with Rio, though he suggests waiting until morning rather than pulling out in the dead of night.
"We're not in that much of a hurry, are we, old chaps? Besides, a fellah could hurt himself stumbling around in the bally old dark. Much better to hurt yourself stumbling around in the light, so you can properly swear at what you're stumbling on."
Kenn nips out early in the evening to purchase a kukri, or, if necessary, a hand axe (though he feels a hand axe is terribly gauche and won't mention it to anyone).
He comes back with that and some takeaway for himself and Rio to share while they stand watch.
"It was bouilliabaisse or Shadow March gumbo. The gumbo looks like somebody boiled an innocent tide pool and added hot sauce."
Kenn frowns as he opens the wine and pours.
"I almost got some for use as a weapon, but there's got to be a clause in a treaty somewhere forbidding that kind of thing."
After dinner he slouches about the wagon, watching the mule, the casks, Rio, and the surroundings about equally.