He'd been listening to the whole thing. Of course the Garden had enemies. They were first and foremost a mercenary group no matter what kind of heroic label people tried to stick on it. He listened to the others suggestions, picking quietly at the food-- He was on board with a ship, of course. Not that it would put them on much safer ground, but maybe they could be inconspicuous for a while. Gather a crew of the loney and disillusioned. Maybe a sorceress or two. Marco could become the strongest man even on these seas, couldn't he?

"Why not start now? Beat the rush?" he said, trying to sound amused even if he was serious about it. As far as he was concerned there was very little point in sticking around and watching it all go to hell.