Seraile was perches on top of the town hall looking like an oddly mis-shaped and over grown raves.. his black mask covering his face, his cloak billowing in the wind behind him in thie velvetty darkness of the impenetrable, moonless night...
A beam of light shun on the ground below... a door opened and a man stepped out, covered by a red travelling cloak around his shoulders, hooded to protect him from the wind... darkess surrounded him again, Seraile crept along the roof, following him.. waiting...
