The living shadow slipped silently along the wall of a building, heading for the center of town. Following close behind it was a personage in a dark, long cloak, walking quietly along the street in the pale moonlight. It had been a hard decision to do this, and a dangerous one. The shady personage wasn't even suppose to be here, not that he had never been here before, when things were different. But that's why he needed his partner, the wraith that moved along the walls and ground in front.
Finally they came to the center off the marketplace. The market wasn't situated in the center of the city, but in the center on one side, so that it ran up against the wall that surround the city. Here the wraith stopped and waited for it's partner to finish the task they had come to do before returning to obscurity. The cloaked figure pulled out a large piece of chalk from a pouch on his belt and began to write on the portion of the wall that was at the center of the marketplace, where all could see his message, which was as follows:
If any are in need, let them leave a note on this wall, and if I see fit, I will provide for them. Shopkeepers, if you find that some of your merchandise is missing and there is a stack of coins in your shop to pay for the missing items, do not be alarmed. I am doing the work of mercy.
- The Watchmen
So wrote the mysterious cloaked figure on a wall in Asgard deep in the night. After writing his strange message to the world the figure dropped the chalk at the foot of the wall and began the journey back to where he had come from. The sentient shadow followed, but would return to this place to check up on those who wrote their needs on the wall so that the Watchmen would not be deceived and taken advantage of. No one but the Watchmen could see the wraith, so there was no danger of it being seen. Both were eager to see if any would dare to take up the Watchman's offer and ask for help.
