Under the cowl she blushed furiously as the other woman knelt before her.  She was unsure how to handle the situation as she sighed looking up as things began to heat up between the two other men.  She sighed out a soft response as she merely stated her name.  "Alena..."  The response came just as Zephyr stated to request aid.  Alena knew him as a total arse to everyone around him but death may have been a little harsh as Alena pulled her daggers from their sheathes a rare sight as usually it was all fists inside the brothel for her.<br/><br/>The daggers gleamed evilly not just from oil or shimmer but a grotesque purple sheen carried over them as she quickly inserted herself between the two.  A dagger snapped to Zephyr's throat as well as held the other menacingly towarss the Dvergar.  Her face may have been concealed as her cloak fell to the floor.  She grimaced noting she had moved with too little grace oerhaps.  She eyed voth men up before she spoke.  She was certain she could kill both of them at the same time but she would pay dearly for several days.  "If you bear violent quarrel you will remove yourself from the house of my mistress.  Or you shall find you quarrel to end in mutual dissatisfaction."<br/><br/>Alena grimaced hearing her own voice betray her disguise no less than twice during her heated statement.  She was tired and it was showing.  She wasn't accustomed to it being this rowdy so quickly.  So early in the evening as well.  She had only battled with constructs in very few times.  She grimaced looking at him then back to Zephyr feeling a searing temperment from him.  Magic....oh how she hated people who would use it against her.  The one blazing weakness the woman bore as she looked to her mistress for support then back to the two men.  "Zephyr what affrontery did you commit to bring this man upon you in this manner.  I am a guardian for this brothel not you.  I would see that no damage occurs to this establishment."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>