Honestly, Cain thought that went fairly well. As the Darknut trudged up the graveyard path, Cain marveled that his guess had been accurate—or, at least, that Maryev was willing to put up with his proposal after so wrong a hypothesis. From Felicia's shadow, he witnessed Maryev scrutinizing everyone, seeing some semblance of himself in those cold, calculating eyes. This was clearly a smart beast, if not a friendly or helpful one. That meant that he would need to inform Lethe the best way to deal with him and the only way to his heart: money. There was, after all, no other reason that Maryev would have entertained Cain's offer, seeing as he hadn't mentioned any nonsense about whispers in the night or saving the world. For the first time, and in light of his analysis of the Darknut, Cain questioned exactly why he was doing this. He, like Maryev if his guess was accurate, had lost so much. Neither had any interest whatsoever in playing the hero or serving the goddesses; given the chance, Cain imagined that both he and his large new ally would be only too glad to rip them limb from limb.

The answer was opportunity. Maryev wanted money, and Cain wanted a clue. Anything that could point him in the direction of Midna, Zant, or the Twilight Realm, was reason enough for him to play the part. Of course, a little vengeance for crimes against his ancestors was tempting as well.

He was in the process of assuming his half-bodied form and addressing those gathered here when he noticed movement in a corner of the graveyard. He instantly thought of Stalfos and ReDead. While such a creature wouldn't be worth his time even to kill, his curiosity would simply not rest until he figured out exactly what the disturbance was and if it was a threat. Still in shadow form, he moved between the shades of tombstones until he was only a few feet away from the intruder. Rather than some undead monster, it appeared to be a man in his sixties, though bigger and more muscular than any other Hylian Cain had ever seen. This towering giant of a man was evidently in a moment of serenity, however, paying respects to the twin graves before him. Cain bent over to examine them. [i]Maria and Garland Tower.[/i] The Twili deduced that whoever they were, they must have been very important to him to elicit this level of focus; he hadn't even noticed the strangers gathered in the graveyard's center on the way in. Relatives, perhaps...parents? More interesting than the Hylian's losses, however, was the circumstance in which he was here. [i]Normal people don't visit cemeteries. Destiny must have brought him here.[/i] So intent was Cain on Angus that he totally failed to notice Ekra nearby, despite her flashy Keaton mask.

Currently cast on the ground, Cain began to wave his arms slowly at where he guessed was the edge of the man's field of vision, hoping to subtly draw his attention. If Angus noticed, he would retreat, still beckoning, until he had drawn him to the others. Perhaps he would think that the Twili was a ghost as well.