The cat yawned once more in a way that a crescent moon gem lightly hanging from its neck that would reveal later on how he got his name. Moon obeyed his friend's orders though in its age grew weary of the cloak and dagger games. The cabin door was still open from when Marcus De' Lace went inside to make two cups of teas.<br/><br/>Marcus had button up and tucked in his white button shirt to seem presentable to his guests. Having the two cups of tea on the cloth covered the wooden table that matched the rest of the furniture. There was no items that gave the cabin any originality nor personality. Hearing a soft meow Marcus looked up  from his standing position with a light smile on his face waiting to see his guests.