"I knew there was something off about this." Tycho mumbled in a grave tone, first the damned moving statue, and now the windows and self-locked and repaired themselves. He wasn't worried however, there was a way to get rid of the statue, at least for the while, and the glass was likely still it's namesake-just glass.<br/><br/>Upon hearing the words of Matrim, Tycho very nearly smiled despite the circumstances, having some form of wit was forever a boon in his mind. Briefly looking about his person, Tycho managed to retrieve his hammer and one of the large metal pegs that were used to hold down a tent. Sighing, he prepared to strike the creature.