Spider padded silently through the house, quietly eavsedropping on the women who populated it. They seemed to be everything Spider was not. Open. Unashamed. Free-spirited. He envied them in a way. Though the man was arguably the most 'normal' of the four, he never felt comfortable in the light, in someone's gaze, or even in his own skin. The only time he came close to relaxing was, well, when his family was around and safe.<br/><br/>The ex-thief stepped out of the shadows and into the kitchen. He was a fairly tall man, standing at 6'1. He had a swimmers build, muscular but compact. Spider's hair was a curly blond mop and his eyes were a clear blue colour. The man pulled down the brown bandanna that covered his small nose and mouth, and removed the dusty black cloak that allowed him to blend in so well with the night. His armor was light brown and black leather, secured with buckles and straps to prevent noise. His shoes were simple wrappings to protect his feet and no more.<br/><br/>"Before we abandon clothing altogether, may I make a suggestion?" He asked in his light but rough voice. "Try not to let your features show so close to the window. The neighbors already have enough things to be suspicious about us."<br/><br/>He smiled warmly. "Hello girls. Anything happen while I was gone?" Spider questioned as he dropped a sack on the counter. Inside was tonight's spoils, along with a very important map of Yash.