Tavros nods. He isn't sure what he thinks about killing off creatures just like that, but it's not exactly his place to tell Grif what to do. He just got here, and he's not trying to get yelled at.

"Okay. It seems like I have a lot of, uh, stuff to do, anyway. Thanks, Grif!"

And there he goes. That's one baffled (but optimistic!) troll.