"The city is quiet, my Princess." Hela's voice filtered in, as soft as a feather slowly trailing down the sensual curvature of the Princess' spine. The Coven's chief assassin, master of spies, and the adept of Air, always had a way to listen and communicate to anything going on near their communal mother, liege lady, Goddess, and in the case of some, lover. Simply by a clever manipulation of air currents, she could hear every little sound in Luna's bedchamber, what went on outside her door, and could carry her voice back to the same area.<br/><br/>So it was that when Hela, looking quite decidedly casual in her expensive suit and equally expensive wing-tipped shooes, strolled down the hallway towards the bedchamber, she wasn't surprised in the slightest to see the old Sorcerer and her elder Shade standing outside the door. She knew what they thought. What everyone in the coven thought of her expensive choice in attire, and how the first thing she did when the Coven relocated their Lair, was to seek out the finest tailor and cobblers in the area. Fop. Dandy. Pretentious. Arrogant. And she allowed them to think such. The more they sneered at her, the more they'd underestimate her.<br/><br/>What she told none but her beloved Princess, was that it was the first step in setting up her intricate web of spies, informants, and agents. A task she took quite seriously. It was all part of her mandate to protect Luna. Syn and Abeiro might prefer to be the big, visual, brutes on the frontlines, but not so for Hela. If she knew of the threat before it could rise it's head, then she could sever said head without ever involving Luna.<br/><br/>"Morning gentlemen." She nodded at both of her elders, before simply sauntering into the bedchamber. She had yet to experience being barred from Luna's private chambers, in all of her years. And as always the sight of the Princess, naked but for that open robe and sipping her morning breakfast, made the Shade's knees weak. So she didn't even bother to hide it, and knelt before the ancient beauty.<br/><br/>"We have a couple of mortals of interest, my Mistress. All of them afilliated with the newest nightclub in some manner of form." Hela whispered, knowing just how easily Luna would hear her words, as she reached into the pocket of her jacket and produced three images. Two females, and one male. "Two work at the club," She pushes one female and the male to one side. "And this one peddles her narcotics there." Now the lone female is pushed in the opposite direction.<br/><br/>"The two at the club have been involved with our kind before, your Majesty." It was amazing what a network of spies could tell you.