He soars closer... just close enough to hear their conversations. Close enough to hear their plans for this evening.

"The Cheese Shop," one of them whispers. "Only one guard at night."

"How do we know that?" the second one asks.

"We've been watching!" says a third one.

The fourth slinks closer. "And we've got the juice to take care of them, don't we?" The second one pulls out a bottle of something... a vile, thick liquid in a sinister looking container. Some sort of poison, no doubt. It could probably be lobbed at an opponent, releasing a gas when exposed to the open air. In all, their plan was a clever one... perhaps a little too clever.

He swoops down, his hand reaching behind him, pulling something long and slender from his backpack. Touching the night air, the object begins to glimmer, then glow... then, upon receiving the kisses of the moon's beams, it blossoms into a midnight star.

The thieves all look up, then cover their eyes. Even though they've been blinded, they know who has found them. They attempt to flee, but it doesn't matter. He'll find them all... and bring every one of them to justice.

A lone figure soars through Meridell's nighttime skies, always watching... always ready to strike at those who would make the quiet streets unsafe. No one really knows his name and the goggles he wears keep his face partially obscured.

A few things about him, however, are known. His goggles radiate some kind of magical force field, and more than one witness claims the lenses are made of crystal, rather than glass. Also, he carries with him a sort of staff, which is also adorned with crystals.

He's broken up a number of crimes around Meridell's shadowy streets, and is responsible for their relative safety. Many of the town's criminal masterminds would curse his name... if only they knew what it was!