The Swashy cat watched his two talented colleagues go to work. Matrim studied the blackboard, which was good because it looked like nonsense to Gra'Zir, and Tycho fiddled with locks, which was equally good, because to Gra'Zir's great shame he was good at avoiding being seen, but he had never been able to pick locks or snatch a purse without the owner noticing.<br/><br/>Tycho sprung a trap, but seemed not to be particularly injured. That was yet another good thing about having others to do the fiddly things.<br/>It was a strange house, and warded against intruders. It seemed the obvious course of action was to seek the immediate information that could be gained about the owner of the house. A man's interest in life could be found in his letters or in his choice of literature, and as it was, there was a book case in the room. Gra'Zir moved as silently as he could towards it to read the covers. If they dealt with magic he would assume he was in the residence of a wizard. If they dealt with the gods he would assume a cleric of sorts. If they were playbooks or looked exciting, Gra'Zir would take a book for his own pleasure.<br/><br/>And when the cat had gained this information, he moved towards the desk. Perhaps there were letters to snoop through, or valuables casually laying about, expecting not to be stolen by opportunistic catfolk.