"Jackpot!" Steelbeak pumps a fist, then realizes that's probably not the best attitude for a 'mourning monster son' to have. He straightens up again, trying to shift into a mindset that'll be more appropriate. Uhhh.

"I mean... Great! I knew I could count on ya," is what he ends up saying. Then he waves a hand. "The notes are, uh, over there. And over there. All over the floor, really. I spread 'em out to make it easier to find stuff."

This is totally how you make it easier.