From my second story windows I watched the Raven ride by on her usual evening patrol. She had a name but no one I knew knew it. What did we know was that she was in charge of keeping all the relocated in-line. We called her the Raven because or her jet black hair and sharp features. She was lanky, six foot easy and had dark eyes and a pale comeplextion. Anytime there was any sort of gathering you were more than likely going to spot her on the perimeter. If you didn't see her it it was because you weren't really looking for her...or because she wasnt' looking for you.
That day I noticed, she nice shiner on her left eye.