"The griffonfolk? If he came looking for me, he wouldn't recognize me. ...As much as I'd enjoy seeing him come for me, alone or with whoever he travels with." There's no grin on the druid's face, no boastfulness coloring his voice, at least on the surface. "We'll be fine. The whole remainder of the Heodo could come charging before I'd start worrying." Sometime, he resolves, sometime he'll ask a little more about this Jinnai, but now doesn't seem like the best time, either for him or the centaur; his paws are always prone to trembling, but it's a testament to Chrrou's unsettledness that they're folded into his sleeves in an attempt to keep them more still just now.<br/><br/>"...I'd tell you to enjoy yourself, but... ugh. You know what to do better than I do. You can come get us when you need us, or once you figure out more about camp or lodgings. Just don't expect me to change back very soon." The druid looks up for the sign of the stables.