Fresh ink. Gra'Zir flipped open the book, and if people were able to read catfolk body language they would have sensed nervousness; the owner of the house was likely home and Gra'Zir much prefer the robbery to go unnoticed. He was not sure how his new friends would react to witnesses but Gra'Zir himself would much rather run. Theft was common practise amongst the catfolk, senseless violence was not.<br/>To those who were not familiar with catfolk would just see Gra'Zir wearing a bemused smile as he flipped through the notebook.<br/>He flipped to the first page and then to the last. Whatever the book was about it could be related to the dagger they had been hired to steal, valuable information.<br/>After this the swashy cat tip-toed over to his two new friends and signalled for them to lower their ears to his level so that he might whisper:<br/>"Ink's fresh. Owner's home. Extra care. Also, many traps in house. Book says traps here."