Tsillu screeched, once again fluttering between Grarhi and the door. He raised spread the upper parts of his wings defensively, keeping them folded but puffing up in an attempt to look intimidating. "What do you want?" He cawed, voice shrill from both size and beak shape. He ended his demand with a sharp caw for good measure. "Thief?" His voice jumped an octave. "Assassin?! This is a Society site." Tsillu added for good measure. "Under the care of Harun Sattar, local Society magistrate. As local as Thrun'valak gets anyway." The name of his home sounded strange without through a crow's mouth. High and cawing, almost weak even. But still, Tsillu postured, wary of his new visitors. "Off limits to anyone but qualified locals and Society personnel."