<em>2654 Broadstone. 2654 Broadstone. 2654 Broadstone.</em><br/><br/>Spider twisted and rolled the address around in his head. It was the only way he could tell his home from the many similarly constructed houses that lined the old cobblestone streets of Xavin. From what he had heard, most of the homes in this district had been constructed by a wave of monks who journeyed here to worship some relic, long since lost to history. That little bit of information surprised him, much as everything else had since Spider left the Kingdom of Yash.<br/><br/>Like the fact that the three other refugees had remained with him. Sure, it was Spider himself who suggested that they get a house together. That idea was more motivated by a lack of money and a desire to keep an eye on those who he had bonded so closely with. He never thought that the others would stay very long, or that they would remain...<em>together</em>, but to his surprise one of the first arguments was how to acquire a large enough bed.<br/><br/>The thief turned bounty hunter was pessimistic. He spent the last few months waiting for the other shoe to drop, for some horrible fight to inevitably rip the four apart. But it never came. Not yet, anyway. Spider found himself becoming complacent. Comfortable, even. It was almost like back in Yash, though looking after three lovers was remarkably different than looking after three siblings.<br/><br/>It was late. Spider had been gone two days hunting a particularly elusive bounty. The blond, leather armor clad figure moved silently through the streets, weaving between alleys to shake off any pursuers before he slipped through the window into his home. There were probably nobody following him, but his profession and the flight from Yash left Spider rather paranoid. He tip toed towards the kitchen, wondering if any of the others were still awake.