Finexia smiled happily at the sight of the key, unlocking the door and looking around, frowning. It was odd, considering that if someone had left for weeks, a cat should likely be utterly starved. And with it's intelligence...she asked. "Hey, little one. You're the witch's familiar, right? Where'd she go?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rolled my Sense Motive of 18 to get her 'guess'.