"Oh for the love of..." Tycho muttered out as he hear the sound of a door opening downstairs. Coupled with the fact that the glass had just sealed itself, perhaps the bizarre owner of this home had finally returned. Looking over to Gra'zir, Tycho whispered over to him. "Downstairs, the door opened." He was confident in Matrim to believe that he was keeping a watch on the statue, to not would surely spell his own downfall.