"All rise for the Hangman,
His pleasure is that you should rise;
He's judge and he's jury
At the Jester's Assize..."

When you hear the heavy tread of Miiran Justice it is too late to pray. You have been judged and found wanting, and no plea or bribe will save you now. He does not need to see you to find you: if your neck is marked for the noose he'll be there, unhurried and inevitable. Run all you like. The wheels of Justice grind slow but grind fine.