The next morning, Fenris set to the purpose of ensuring his affairs were in order for their upcoming heist.  As with all contracts or intelligence that held the potential of spilling into the streets or otherwise putting the general population at risk, he informed his family to be prepared to evacuate the town should he give them the signal.  As was customary, he mentioned nothing about the job and his family knew not to ask nor to talk about it to anybody.  He wasn't worried about them going to the authorities with information had he provided it, their bond was unyielding; it was a matter of establishing plausible deniability should Fenris get caught.  No matter the assignment, he would do all he could to ensure those close to him remained out of the line of fire.<br/><br/>With that done, he began wandering around the town to test some of his escape routes at a casual meander.  Maps provide a general outline of information, but they tend to be static in a dynamic environment.  There are hundreds upon thousands of details that cannot be expressed through pen and paper alone.  After an hour or two of that, he eventually finished up one of the routes that led him directly to the main safehouse.  Fenris proceeded to enter the leatherworking shop and made his way to the center of operations.<br/><br/>Fenris made no effort to silence his footfalls as he descended the stairwell partially because he didn't feel the need to be stealthy when it wasn't necessary, but primarily because it is unwise to try to sneak up on a group of people who are involved with business that could cost them their lives if their actions were discovered.  There was a sense of mild tension within the room that caused the ranger to quirk a brow quizzically.  That was until he recognized Lebanon and all became clear with a comprehensive "Ah."  He continued forward towards Samuel who was hovering over the map though he looked temporarily distracted from his work.<br/><br/>Fenris glanced over the map, looking for any new markings that have been made before engaging Samuel in some friendly banter.  "How goes the plotting and scheming, my good man?  Figure out how to save the world yet?"