[ A griffon sits primely on the other side. Enormous golden wings have a soft glow to them from where they are tucked neatly on its back. The lion watches her with glowing and wise old eyes.

The whole impression of a mysterious and ancient beast is right buggered the moment it opens his rather Library Statue Esque maw and talks. ]

So... what's the damage? I'm assuming this isn't a clean and cover up sort of job, but we can always relocate you somewhere nice, safe and - well, if you were sensible, which you're not - quiet place as to not attract happy murderperson's friends and allies this public blow up endangers.

[ The giant beast, so full of sunshine and optimism, leans past Kitty's leg and sniffs at the air. ]