[centre][IMG]http://i57.tinypic.com/rqxi85.png[/IMG][/centre]
As Feodor walked up to the group of men he looked down at the three sisters. Each with a different colour dress but clearly looked related. Just by glancing at two of the sisters it was clear that they were twins. Feodor threw Vera to the floor so she landed beside her sisters. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” Feodor smirked before a swirl of darkness blasted out from his body and as the mist of darkness disappeared the men and the four daughters were gone. The lair where the criminals called home was about four hours from the home of the McClair nobles. It was hidden in the depth of the woods, the outside looked like a broken down house that was rioting away slowly from age. The inside appeared the same way, dust and cobwebs colouring the lifeless place the men called home. However, hidden under the home was a large open beer hall where the men liked to party, plot and live their lives. The beer hall was connect to two different hallways on each side of the room. On the left connected to the chambers, and the right had four more chambers and yet another set of stairs that connected to their make shift jail. 

It was cold down there, the sound of dripping water echoed through the dark musty space. Stone floors, walls and ceilings only added to the lack of happiness and life that could easily be found in the beer hallways. There were a total of four large cells down there, each with metal bars rusted from the water yet strong as steel. There were runes running up and down each bar, hardly noticeable due to the rust. When the four girls were thrown into the cell, he was left with some food and ale as he was set to watch them. He would enjoy a good party, he was sure there were some whores up there that knew how to have a fun time. If that wasn’t enough these men really knew how to throw a party. When they weren’t working they were drunk out of their minds having the times of their life. However, being down there was good, he got a bigger cut in the pay they’d be getting, plus he was the only one with magic. Sure these girls were simple humans but you never know the kind of tricks could be pulled. He was most likely the only man there that knew how to keep it in his pants and hold his alcohol. This meant the girls were lucky, they wouldn’t be rapped one by one or even gang rapped before being handed over for the cash.

Having cleared his plate and down three large glasses of ale, Feodor rested on the stairs, his back pressed to the wall his legs stretched out along the bottom step. The girls were in the far left cell and had no way of seeing him. Bring his hands up behind his head his hood which was still up hiding most of his face, only his lips could be seen. Humming softly to himself he tapped his one foot along the stone step as he waited. He knew it was going to be along night and quickly became bored. Luckily for him, a voice called out from its cell. A smirk, his humming cut off and his foot stopped. He wanted to see what she would do. He had no idea which one of the girls it was nor did he care, he just wanted something to amuse him. Her hands came up to hit the bars her anger rise. “Three, two, one.” A zap would run through her body and possible sending her flying back. “I wouldn’t touch those if I were you. They tend to be rather temperamental.” He called out with a smooth deep dark voice. Finally glancing towards the bars he chuckled softly to himself and pushed himself up to stand.

Giving himself a bit of a brush off he started to walk towards the back cell whistling softly to himself his hands pushed deep into his pockets before coming into the sight of the cell and paused for a moment acting like he still ignoring her. The whistling cut off as he turned to look at which of the daughters was awake. It was rather surprising that the one who was knocked out last was the first to awake. Smirking at her he started to walk up to the ceil coming so close that he almost touched the bars himself. “What can I do for such a lovely young lady?” He mused knowing that he was going to have playing with her. Innocent, naïve people were always the most fun to play with, so easily troubled, corrupted and they were just so damn stupid to reality.