''I don't understand why they keep trying to sneak up here, brother?''
Damon shook his head as he dwelled deeper into his thoughts. Rayven pulled out more maps and scrolls and continued to lay them all flat on the table. The familiarity of those maps grabbed Damon's attention enough to point at each of them and ask, ''Brother, I didn't know you still kept those old maps of Hell with you.''
He came close to his brother and stood by his side to examine those maps and wonder why he was still holding on to them. They would constantly remind him of home. Damon stared at his brother who kept bringing more and laying them flat on top of each other.
''Brother, why do you still keep these things?''
Rayven didn't answer but frowned as his eyes scanned through the several old paper maps before him. He then found what he was looking for and placed a finger on a marked place on one of the ragged paper maps, careful not to tear it apart.
