Zendra sauntered to the hide out her hips swaying under her gold silks and lace she wore as clothes, a smile danced over her face as she seen the rest of her "family" it was the closest thing to family she ever had her jewellery lightly clinked against itself on her neck and wrists as she found a place to sit in the guild hall "It is good to see you all again this morning my friends" she spoke the common language very well but she had a foreign accent under it, unlike the other member's of the guild she rarely stole items or coin, she often stole secrets and whispers and shared them with her family.

outside of the guild she was seen as the Madam who ran the Golden silks, a popular brothel in the town that only member's of the guild knew was attached to them, running a brothel provided her with the girls who served them, hiring only girls she trusted to not speak of anything they hear. she crossed her long smooth legs when one of her girls brought her a cup of red wine.