"I'm anything but useless," Gretch retorted. She finished her firewhiskey and dropped the glass onto the table before reaching into her robes. Flicking her wand towards the rest of the room in a series of complex movements, she cast a spell which left anyone so much as glancing towards their booth instantly filled with the need to do something else immediately.
She reached into her robes and fished out the shrunken statue of Bastet, setting it onto the table for Forge's inspection. She didn't feel the need to tell him it had been shrunk or point out the age of the piece, which was obvious by the patina that had developed over the bronze inlays. "I hear," Gretchen said, leaning back and studying Forge. "That Khaefre had one... just like this... in his tomb."