Caine was early, as usual. He liked punctuality, and he liked being there first, to be able to take the time to observe and set things up just the way he liked them. He leaned casually against a light post, knowing it was an excellent set up for dramatic lighting, with his black slacks and black silk shirt cut in a tailored, almost military style that he knew made him look good. He wore only two rings, the Warrington family crest ring, and a second large silver stone set with a reddish gold amber stone, one of his many... acquisitions. Not only for the ring's value- it was hard to find a piece of clear, pure amber of that size- but for its unusual magical properties as well. That he might, perhaps, get a chance to try out this evening.