There was still time before her shift was over, so she had to continue the rounds. While passing through Zefira's room she saw one of the guard going in. It was like this all day. She would call for one or two guard, every time different ones and in a random matter, or so it seemed. They were from different Fangs, sometimes the leaders, sometimes ordinary guards. Now it was one of the guards that was around Athol, the second in command always was escorted by at least two soldiers and they would change during the day. This guy grabbed her attention because he had a scar on his face and was easy to remember. With him was a young woman, probably one of the slaves judging by her clothes which could barely cover anything. What was Zefira going to do with them remained a mystery to all.