[He prefers blinks to shotguns any day. And it perplexes him, really, even with all the resident weirdness, and a thought to ask loosens his jaw. But after she speaks Draven's reply is sudden, a heated hiss that extinguishes with a small laugh and tone to match, whatever he finds amusing.]

The silent! Oh they suffer themselves...

[Then Draven picks up a piece of pineapple and offers it to his crab, but the thing just holds it in its claw and foams at him. A shift of distaste and Draven looks at Kairi.]

I mean to acquaint myself with this place well beyond the inn...the caves for certain. Have you seen anything worth note?