Paul keeps his crysknife visible and at a position where he can easily grab it if need be, though he's never had to draw it here. The odd organic look makes it clear it's not a normal knife.

"Around 400 meters long, though there are rumors and reports of larger sandworms in the deep desert. They have many more teeth where that came from, though you can't take a tooth from a live sandworm for obvious reasons." He smiles as his owl-griffin accepts the piece of meat from Blaze.

"See? Nothing to be worried about. He's tame, and I told him you're a friend. Food goes a long way to help earn someone's trust. That goes for animals as much as people, if not more." Paul makes an imitation churring sound and rubs the underside of the owl-griffin's head. "I have a small menagerie where I live in the urban area."