[ He looks over swiftly enough at the sound of the familiar voice, and as he glances down to see the shimmer of red off Cinnabar's hair, Vangeance smiles to himself. Good to know he was right; he'd harbored the very faint worry that perhaps Cinnabar had rejected his gift and someone else had absconded with it, so he's relieved to see that worry was unfounded. ]

Good evening, Cinnbar.

[ There's the rustle of leaves as Vangeance slips down to the ground, easily maneuvering down one, two three branches until he lands lightly on the ground. He gives Cinnabar a small nod in warning before doesn't draw any closer, instead gently smoothing his hands down the folds of his cloak and picking out any errant leaves as he speaks. ]

I've taken to searching the island for anything unusual, and happened upon the your shelter. [ A nod towards the little shed. ] I had my suspicions it was yours, but I couldn't be sure. And in case I was correct, I didn't want to disturb you. I assume you rest during the day if you're able to patrol during the night.

[ A pause as he straightens up and properly looks to Cinnabar with a faint smile. Polite as ever. ]

I do apologize if I startled you. I promise you I wasn't deliberately looking to invade your privacy.