A dark ally way seemed fitting for Zephyr after all he was in a dark mood. Magic however was something he felt was used less in this way, it was something he used to make people laugh or to have people cheer for him. A performer was his main role after all, a thief was starting to become a habit he didn't have to heart to stop.<br/><br/>Picking up the smiling mask off the ground he wondered why he felt a dark power seeping from the woodwork of the brothel. Music was playing, the sung was one he found was stuck in his head afterwords and he hummed it softly playing around with his scarf while he reflected on perhaps heading back and getting some sleep. Maybe he would after all take that first shift and surprise everyone with no being hungover to the point of beating his head on a large spike to numb the headache.<br/><br/>Lolling the idea over in his head  and turning to walk back into the bar and maybe say goodbye to the bodyguard, try and make nice. That feeling of dark magic was ebbing off of the people. He shiver upon entering the bar, residue bleak magic still clung to the people who were affected.  Zephyr put one foot into the building and stopped seeing a few things desperately wrong. A well dressed man was one of them, Zephyr might have done one of two things, either complimented the man on his style and asked where he could get such clothing, or pick a fight with the man for trying to out class him.<br/><br/>The next thing he found odd was the addition of a hat rack he had never seen before, with only one hat on it. The man either had conjuration skills or some very strong upper body to carry that from where ever he came from, seeing as Zephyr had never heard nor seen of the man before he must have been out of town. Someone as powerful and well dressed would have been hard to not notice.<br/><br/>He felt something soft between his legs which not an unwelcome feeling seemed rather odd at the moment and looked down to find the little fox girl he though her name was Palluim or something. He had overheard but was paying little attention.<br/><br/><span style="color: Navy">“We have to leave now”</span><br/><br/>Wanting to leave with her he looked back at the man and then down at her.<span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>“Sorry Phillip”</b></span>getting on to one knee and hid somewhat behind the door frame letting a knife fall from his wrist guards so that it was at the ready. “I think I'm staying for this one, if this guy wants to pick a fight someone needs to get everyone out of here.”<br/><br/>Zephyr didn't want to get into a fight with the man, he could tell just from a simple show that he was powerful, Zephyr however was very much on his high horse. Figuring he could easily sneak up on a magic user with his skills, he also assumed that the man had less power than he really did putting him on a lower par than Winnie which to his knowledge may be the case.<span style="color: DarkGreen"><b>“No, I think Winnie can handle herself, Penny. Though the drunkards and the women wont stand much of a chance is she let's loose.”</b></span><br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Or do you want to stand idle as those two tear apart innocents when we could have helped, Paige.”</span></b>He continued to get her name wrong.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>