Alena growled from under her mask.  She was growing tired of this tyraid.  She heard and felt the wind strangelt rip at her mask it failed to tear the harshly thick leather of her cowl and mask.  She was nearly seething now.  Being touched and harassed by Zephyr was enough to make her furious.  But to top it off she was being threatened by the other man as well.  She held her daggers steadily the soft purple hue that coated the blades dripped hungrily as if seeking a home in the flesh of any being.  She slowly looked to Winnie as now she too was being mocked by the man.  "He stole your coin...yes. Then he shall repay it or find home in the streets.  I am not the town militia good sir.  My job is to ensure the safety of the women that you all seek here.  Not defend that which you have apparently failed to do so.  Although if you don't know this man I could stand to question why you would embrace him.  It screams of ignorance to me."<br/><br/>Alena was furioys, men were not the only ones who could hurl insults and she was afraid of no man.  The tool between their legs was soft and vulnerable rather than a weapon in her mind.  For years her blades had eaten the flesh of men and stolen their final beaths.  Nobles, warriors and theives alike.  They were all the same to her.  Her mind was solid she had heard the words of Zephyr as well but they failed to register.  Her emotions were starying to take over however and that was a truly dangerous thing.  The floor around the bouncer was starting to become eirie.  The spacing around her fiot almost seemed as if her shadow were growing.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>