Leena stand in front of a broken mirror, fixing her hair after having washed her hands. She was unsuccessful with finding the information she needed about the other clans...and any other potential enemies. Turning, she walked over to the bed not far from the broken mirror. Sprawled on the top of the bed lay a half naked man, cold from the hours lacking life--a rather large red stain beneath him. She took her things, strapping her daggers at her thigh and donned her large black leather trenchcoat.

She had walked the back alleyways of Barton, into the slums. The man she had been with spoke of secret weapons and secret plans--only for her to find out that he had lead her on. Leena gave the man his just rewards.

She looked up as she entered the Durem district, cloudy skies, smog from the industrial pipes.

She walked towards one of the clan headquarters secret entrances, after taking many paths and detours to lose any who may have been following her. She entered the dark passage ways and walked quietly in the corridors.

After a good while, she finally came to an area, secret to all but her lord and herself. She entered the hidden path, pushing a stone block. As she came to the fork, the one left leading to her lord's chambers after a climb, or the one right to her own.

Feeling somewhat exhausted from the exercise she had earlier that day she turned right. She didn't want to present herself to her lord especially with that man's scent on her.