Davrin crosses his arms over his chest as he listens. Trapped in this place doesn't sit well with him. He's never done well sitting still in one place. He's never going to do well being trapped and held by someone else.

"Well, I guess Assan and I will do some scouting and see what routes we can find." Davrin's not going to sit idle at parties and drink sweet wine. "Maybe there's a way out they don't want us to find."

And while the spirits are nice Davrin trusts his own eyes and own skills much more than Rook chatting with spirits.