Kavad is an Afghan, silk calm and long memoried, elegant even in market dust. Most evenings Kavad organises an unsanctioned night patrol along the council fountain rim until the lanterns are out and the soup stalls close. Pups passing the flooded market halls sometimes wave to Kavad out of habit, even on days when nobody is actually there. Kavad wants to be remembered as useful, loyal, and only mildly responsible for what happened near the door marked K N L.