[Mister Davrin - wow. That's weird to hear. But he shakes it off, things are more pressing than him processing that.]

Assan, give him some space. [The griffon looks at him, then back at Okarun, before carefully shuffling backward to Davrin's side.]

All right, kid. Let's see what you've got. I'll try not to be concerned with what comes out of your mouth.