Perfect. The crown rolled and rolled far away, and Blitzø was close by, having tucked under a tablecloth-adorned pedestal that was displaying some fancy treasure or whatever. Gently and subtly lifting up the cloth, where Paimon wouldn't see, Blitzø gestured to Stolas.

"Psst! Pssssssst," he whispered, gesturing for the tiny owl to hurry up and join him under the pedestal.