Well, she definitely was demanding, though Faelis wouldn't have expected anything else from a awakened cat.
And this person, 'Jame', was missing. That was definitely interesting, interesting enough for Faelis to follow the cat when she jumped from the garden wall and headed to the house.
As soon as they got to the door -which Faelis noticed had been broken in- the smell the cat mentioned hit the elf. He assumed his smell wasn't as good as the feline's, but he could still smell a strong odor, of sulfur. . . and something else he couldn't quite place. . . But like the cat had said, it smelled bad.
He stepped into the house after cat and glanced around. He wasn't familiar with the house like the cat was, but his years as a thief had thought him to be very observant, especially in buildings where he did not belong.
It was not a simple cottage, by any means, the architecture reminded Faelis of someplace he hadn't though of in a long time. His parent's house, or castle, rather. The wood was beautifully carved in a style mostly used by elves. However, while the design of the house was of note, it was the state of the rest of the house that was the most telling. Most of the furniture was broken, and, as Faelis looked closer, he saw burn marks on it. Whoever had broken in here had not been trying to hide their traces.
He walked around the counter and into the dining room, where the furniture was in a similar state. He continued into what looked to be a parlor, and he smelled the blood before he saw it.
The blood was mostly on the floor in pools, but there were smudges on the furniture as well. The moment he'd seen the blood, Faelis had felt his senses kick in to a much higher level of awareness. He wasn't dealing with a normal robbery here, and this had been no minor scuffle. Judging by the amounts of blood, someone -or someones- was dead, or at least seriously injured, and whoever had taken this Jame character was not playing any games, and Faelis realized he had stepped into something much bigger than he had first suspected when the cat had called to him from her garden wall.
He looked around the first floor for a few minutes longer, but found nothing other than more blood and scorched furniture.
"Did you look upstairs yet? And do you know of anyone who would have the motive to come here and do this?" Faelis asked, and he realized he didn't know the cat's name. "And I don't think you mentioned your name, either. I'm Faelis."