Ithelus crouches down to look at the cat at eye level. He also begins to chuckle as it runs away from Raffy. He then absent mindedly stretches out an arm in its direction, seeing if it prefers elves to humans.

Inside Ithelus began to study the room carefully, especially looking for traces of powder.

He then turns to Illiiya, and without wanting to ask her outright if she can sense any residue of magic or chaos in the room he turns to her, 'You don't... feel... anyhting unusual do you?'

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Search roll: (1d100)[32]
Target 36