Sigil: City of Doors

One early morning just before most people wake up, three red clad figures patrol the streets of the Hive ward. Oddly enough they seem to be carrying alot of small hemp bags that they place on the doorsteps of every door they pass. Tten....twenty....thirty different homes passed each given one of the bags on their doorstep and a knock on their door before continueing on their patrol, the only thing setting them aside from the regular red clad warriors are the inscribed armor of the middle patrolman and the large number on their shoulderpads....thirty-four etched into the metal with the utmost care. The three patrolmen silently and unhindered continue on their path.

Inside the bags people find a freshly baked bread, some cheese, two bottles of fresh purified water and a small cake aswell as a letter with a small leatherpouch attached to it...A leather pouch that jingles with the sound of coins.

The door of apartment 2C would swing open a lazy minute after the knock was heard. Always slow to answer the door, it appeared the officer was long gone. Vyse stood there, bleary eye squinting curiously down the hall until his attention snagged on the satchel of provisions.

The tieflings snatched it up and whisked it away, setting it all out on the table to inspect. Finding the letter, he was certain to read it before daring to treat himself to any strange food left on doorsteps in the Hive.