[Namur barely flinches as the coffin smashes, sending debris exploding outward toward him. Instead, he cooly raises an arm to shield his face, shakes a few splinters out of his own hair, and keeps his attention on the creature.]

Tch. Yeah I think them things're pretty damn tacky too. Y' chained up in here or somethin'? Or maybe yer lookin' for somethin'? Bet y'd smell it if y' was. Here.

[Namur reaches into Davies' bag, likely causing its owner a small heart attack and fishing around for the semicircle of wood he'd bitten off the coffin upstairs, though his fingers may brush over the crystal while he's at it. He feels what he's looking for, and pulls it out to show the horned creature.]

Take a sniff a this'n, huh? Thing was empty when I checked it before but that don't mean it always was.