Sigil: City of Doors

Silent steps pad the perimeter of the Prison, a small figure seems to dance between the torchlight. Disappearing when she meets a shadow only to reappear in the flickering glow. Quite little, yes, moving with an air of confidence. Greeting each guard with a nod then flitting out of sight. Rounds are performed with diligence, she alternates her times so none could predict her patrol movements.
Ending her patrol the little tailed figure crouches upon the parapets, her cloak billowing softly in the cool nights breeze, luminescent green eyes gazing over the quarter

"Rest well this night Sigil, for Justice never sleeps"

a random mercykiller namer on watch duty would gaze up at the parapets the small one is crouching on with that much phatos. the namer lingers his look on the figure for long moments, as if in comtemplation.
then simply shakes his head...