Apparently the signal of the night was Remy jumping off his perch and landing hard on one of the thug's shoulders. There was even a crunch under his boots, which Remy felt a little bad about. The next one turned to cry out and got a staff in the mouth. He left one for James, feeling generous about sharing the fun. "You know, we find if one of these charmers fit ya, I think we just found our way in." He eyed the scrawniest legs and sighed painfully. "Never long enough."