*The odd figure returns wearing a motled grey cloak. He strolls peacefully across the marble and finds a quiet place to dwell. He assumes a lotus position and watches those few who come and go. He pulls the hood of his cloak free and smiles as the breeze caresses his flesh.*

The moment the watcher had taken his position another figure had been around and simply kept an eye out on him, puzzled by his actions for now. But each movement would be noted and picked up. Until he was ordered to do so otherwise.

*The figure opens his eyes and his head tilts side ways. A puff of blue mist rises up towards the heavens. A small crystal butterfly materializes from the mist. It flutters through the realm on the breezes higher and higher. It darts along a granite wall and lands softly on a gargoyle's ear. Tickling it playfully...*