"Aaah..."<br/>The Swashy Cat was not often lost for words but moving statues and self-repairing windows smelled distinctly of magic that was above his pay-grade. He swallowed, calming down the hairs that were standing on end... and then chuckled lightly.<br/>"Gra'Zir thinks an opportunity has been awarded our little heist. It seems the house is covering up the signs of our crime. If we can just get out quickly, then Gra'Zir wagers there shall be no clues we were ever here and little evidence for the guards to work with, says this cat."<br/><br/>"It would also seem someone needs to look at this statue, or perhaps find ourself a mirror, yes? Gra'Zir volunteers. He can sneak, but you fine friends have such nimble fingers to open locks with. Find Gra'Zir a mirror or the object of our venture, and you will his this cat's gratitude."<br/>And Gra'Zir turned to the statue and stares at it intently, making sure to blink with one eye at a time, and backing away from it as far as he could.