Caelan always celebrated a good pickpocket.  He ate tonight very well, though he tried to save some money for the next day or two.  He later went to a pub he frequented.  The bartender always served him liquor, in fact he made the drinks Caelan ordered stronger than usual.  Caelan was happy.  He enjoyed hustling a couple of guys at games of billiards.  Yes, tonight was a great night for the little scamp. 

He walked home slowly, walking a little bit in a zigzag, being drunk.  He came in and out of the front door of the house, though it was always locked.  He just picked the lock and enjoyed a feeling of belonging there.  He took out a small candle and lit it.  Tonight, he thought he heard voices as he walked down the hall to the living room area.  The house was empty for a long time and the perfect place to squat.  So far he had no unwanted visitors, but it seemed like he did tonight.  He was drunk and not in the mood to fight anyone.  All he wanted to do was go to sleep. 

Caelan walked slowly toward the living room, listening carefully to figure out how many people were there. He thought he heard at least one young kid. There was a deeper voice and Caelan couldn't figure out how old the owner of the voice was. He slowly walked toward the living room and saw two kids around a candelabra Caelan found in the place.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Caelan asked them. His tone clearly telling them they were trespassing. "This is my place. Get out! You're not welcome here."