Zed's got a sword he knows he'll be able to fight with belted around his waist, but he's carrying along that scythe he'd found and thought was so awesome, too. He's also comfortable in the caves, but that's less because they're caves and more because they're dark.

And he knows there are all sorts of things lurking there in the dark even in the best of circumstances. The figure that was walking there in the dark wasn't easy to make out thanks to the pelt, and so Zed calls out. "Hey! Nice look you got there." At least as nice as a shadowy figure wearing a sabertooth pelt can look, anyway. He's seen worse.