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...
As Seraile leapt across to another roof with ease just as the man started walking up the stairs...
Seraile jumpes down, and landed, lightly in front of the man, throwing a dagger into the man's knee stopping him from running, he dropped on the ground.. a steady flow of warm crimson blood flowing from the wound and down the stairs.
Seraile kneeled down, roughly grabbing the man's face by his cheeks, whispering in his ear, the cold, deadly voice from behin the mask saying "You... corrupted you are... destoying the people of this town.. taking and not giving... Murdering... would you do that to your family?... would you hang your children for wanting a scrap of bread?... would you..." -a blade sprang out of Seraile's glove, stopping a hairs-breadth from the man's throat- "beat and hurt your wife.. like you do with the poor beggers in the alley not far away?...but most importantly... do you fear death?...."
the man looked up into the oddly bright emmerald green eyes and whimpered "Y-...ye-...yes... please-.... D-...don't... my ch-children..."
Seraile looked down at the man and then pulling the dagger back into his glove he said "Tonight.. I spare your life... for you have a family that love you... but never forget... do anything to harm others foryour own good... I shall kill you." And with that, Seraile took what looked like a wooden club and hit the man over the head, and climbing a house swiftly, leaving the man unconscious, leaving him to be found the next morning.
