Alena nodded diligently as she quickly began to sift the purse basing what belonged to whom based upon the appearance of the coins.  She wasn't impeessed as there was very little coin there to speak of surmising that he had most likely hidden the coin away with his quick fingers.  Alena was tired and annoyed.  There were several nights where some of the women who worked there had told her she should use a night off to be lime them and bed Zephyr.  It made her even madder to think upon it.  What sense did them fawning over some fool in a mask make.  Unless he was like her and actually a woman...but what sense would all that make.  She slammed her fist into the table running her hand over the torn portion of rhe muffler that normally held her cloak in place.  She had killed a man to start the night earlier and now here was this mess over Zephyr.  Winnie was the only one that knew the full truth of the night they met but also the true limitations in the girls experience.  Most likely the reason for her Zephyr confusion.<br/><br/>She laughed at herself as she divvied out the goods.  Apologizing to each client in turn in regards to any losses that exceeded the current coin.  Alena was tired and sipped at the flask through the muffler further darkening the hue of the cloth theee as she looked to Winnie.  She would finish the evening.  Of all the things she was diligent ro the assigned tasks by hee mistress far exceeded all others.  She was sure that Winnie knew she would die on a blade for her.  The Dread Ravens would have killed her had she returned a failure.  She had never seen one of Winnie's kind before they met.  She chickled to herself musing on the night and how she had learned the poison of her choice could never kill Winnie..it was a common Remedy to her people.  She looked about as she tossed three of the remaining coins back to Zephyr as she hid the powder in one of her many pouches.  She hadn't taken anything for herself save an adornment of a laced silver necklace.  Like Winnie had said there were times that she did long to put on a dress and just be a woman, but alas those nights couldnt happen with troublemakers like Zephyr around.<br/><br/>She groaned as she still couldn't find the cloak as she had been looking at the patrons slowly.  She slowly sat in a stool next to her mistress and stayed silent brooding to herself over the cloak while sheathing her sharp tools of death.  "One day perhaps..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>