As Trystan opened the door, Furmy took flight off his arm, large owlish eyes set on the women that were headed toward the office. Whoooooo were these people? The unpleasant man who he frequently poo'd on was not among them. Landing on the back of a chair, for lack of owl nooks, he fluffed his feathers and staaaaaaaaaaared.

"Hoooooo."

Are you.

ooc: stay and play, ladies.