The arrow shot, and mention of a living door, might have interested the little ratling. But at the moment he was more focused on Mazy's pouch. He had been inching over to begin picking it for a while, until the griffin had looked in it, forcing him to spin to the side, whistling as he tried to look casual. He waited until Mazy had commented on having everything he needed, a little "Jackpot." ringing in his mind.