<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Moron” </span>Zephyr muttered to Parin pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the large metal man. The man in question was now surrounded by Ramen and by the looks of it, shit was hitting the fan so hard that it would take three hours to clean up all the poo you just flung around your room.<br/><br/>Imagining the giant could handle himself or at least have the sense to run when his chances were this bad. Zephyr was the gaze of the mistress meet his then move down to Parin, Why was the mistress talking into her hand? He had known a spell to send whispers across the wind but that only worked if it was windy and nothing between the two. He grunted and figured out what she was saying fair enough. The mistress was leaving and she wanted Parin to come with her.<br/><br/>Knowing he wasn't the first person Winnie wanted to bring along he figured making her life a little hell would be funny. His hands wrapped around Parin picking her up and holding her mid section under his arm.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “She's fine big-guy, might want to look out for your self.”</span>He jumped up on the table and jumping from a chair down to the ground. Zephyr made himself unfollowable with the eye moving between people and objects, following him with the naked eye would be next to impossible.<br/><br/>Sooner or later he was on stage and set down the most likely very confused fox girl.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> “We're getting out of here.”</span>He said and took her hand as took her back to where he had last seen Winnie.<br/><br/>The thief Zephyr was doing something that was unlike him, he was helping people and wasn't thinking of picking their pockets after it was all over. He must have a thing for fox girls, that or he was slowly losing his mind.<br/><br/>Taking a quite inventory of himself he had small knife stuck into his left boots, his arms had long pointed daggers at the wrists that he could stick out and stick three inches into whatever he could get his hands on. Not only that but he had all of her energy left, so he would be able to use a lot of his spells. This was looking good for him if he got in a fight.<span style="color: DarkGreen">“Winnie? What are we doing back here? Is there a hidden door back here?”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>