It helps that "already riled up" is Garrot's default state as far as the Wizard is concerned! But this? It prompts a head-shaking double-take from Garrot, and the growl from his throat almost sounds like the gears turning in his head. "They" isn't a plural here, it's an entity, the one that's sealed. Looking at what's in this room...

"So you're telling me the Protector broke the wolf-thing into a bunch of pieces to make it weaker." He furrows his brow. "They're kids so they can fit in the floating rocks, which... must be the seal thing Gyre mentioned." Garrot pauses, running a hand through his beard as he sighs, his ears drooping and shoulders slumping. He thinks he's putting things together, and he doesn't like it!

"Two questions. First, how many kids are there? Second, why'd they have to be kids and not plants or just blobs?" And then he gestures to the dormant monsters.

That said, he's going to bodily ignore the Wizard and start blatantly counting those platforms now. It's dumb magic, it's probably not a coincidence.