Vengeance: The planning

[Cain]

Cain sat in his subterranean den styled home at a table with maps spread over it and a candle casting a slight flickering light over it. The maps were not of this land, not even of a land on this world actually, they were of Cain's homeland. On top of one of the maps was a small painting of a family that had almost photo-like quality.
In the painting there were three boys and two girls standing by their parents. Two of the boys looked almost identical to the father with short brown hair that seemed to fade to gray at the tips, all had features resembling Cain's. Also in what seemed slightly odd was all of the children seemed the same age except one, one of the boys resembling the father.
Cain sighed as he glanced at the painting.

"Soon... I promise. Soon..."

He shook his head then went back to writing his list, a list of supplies for a long overdue trip...

:: knocks on the door politely::
"May I come in?"

[Cain]

Cain quickly picked up his candle then loosely rolled up the maps with the list inside by removeing stones laying at the edges and simply bating them with his hand. Setting down the candle he called out.
"Yeah come in if you want.."

((OOC: Could you resent that IM or PM me your IM name? I accedently closed down the message you sent me before I could read it.))

* As the door opens Phoenix follows Miguel inside. *

NAkila knocks on the door then changes into a bat and hung from the door way.

[Cain]

((OOC: ok I think Im going to have to describe this place.

The entrance isnt too big only about four and feet in diameter and rather then a actual door it uses flaps of camoflaged leather hide that have ties on them to either hold them closed or open

Inside the den its a fair bit larger giving room for a person to stand. In the interior its a single circular room 25 feet acros but flat on one side. That wall holds a bed with several furs sewn together serving as sheets. At the head of the bed is a large dresser and at the foot of it is a large chest. To the far side of the room from the bed is Cain sturing a large pot in a fireplace which has shelves to eather side of it stacked with several foods and dishes made from asorted matirials. the other walls include three other tunnels heading off in differnt directions.

*points to one tunnel*
"Down there is the dinning room... don't know why I added it. I never use it.. "
*points to another*
"That is my new pantry, its where I keep winter supplies and extra food."
*points to the last*
"that is the second exit, actualy it opens out pritty close to a nice look out point."

those where from the old site.

and for further referance the back door has the ties holding it closed but the front was just held loose.))

*Cain tosses his pen onto the table at the second knock*
"Oh come in already! The way should be open!

Being underground the inside was dark save for a few candles on the walls. It also held a earthen musty smell.

Cain picked up his candle he had been using and went into the entrance room. Grumbling softly to himself. As he entered the main chamber he looked from Phoenix to Miguel and back, eyeing the cleric-looking one.
"Whatever church you're advocating for, I don't feel like joining right now. Good day to you."

*With that he turned around back to the "dinningroom" grumbling something about salesmen and priests..*

:: walks into the dining room univited and says smoothly::
I am neither a salesman or a priest, I've just come to visit my new naborhood(however you seppl that :>))

"Nor am I here badger you into joining my order, I am simply traveling with the master thief here."

[Cain]

Cain had sat down at the table again and pulled out the list he had been writing. With a sigh he looked at the two again.

"I wouldn't quite call it a neighborhood really... we're in the middle of a forest. *turns to Phoenix* and by the way it generaly isn't too smart to go around informing people your travaling companion is a thief... *goes back to writing* ..aside from the fact that words travil through gossip you might tell the wrong person and get both of you in trouble. I have never met a law-man or bounty hunter who like people who associate themselves with crimanals.."
*dabs his pen in an ink jar and looks up with a wry smile*

"Nor have you met a thief as noble as the one next to me."