"Hmm," Erax grunted, considering his options. Running probably wasn't one of them with the storm raging on and on outside. And the fact that his stuff was now this guy's stuff, albeit temporarily, was going to pose a problem. His car was junked, his shoulder was shot, although sutured. And his shot gun...
Erax looked between Bix and whatever stash was behind him. He grunted again, looking at the tarp that kept the outside out. "Okay," he murmured. "Whatever you need. I don't have anywhere else to go." He shrugged and carefully winced at the slight pain there.
"Why you need to get to Teinar?"