Zypha winced a little as she looked over the knocked out captain.  She was certainly going to have a bruise showing up soon.  A quick survey of her surrounds revealed that there were few to no threats left to worry about.  Unfortunately the Captain had very little left on him after gambling most of it away.  Still she managed to pinch a few random accessories and coins before she heard Lenwood speak.

[color=00aeef]"Hey! I think we should leave! We will have more people coming if we stay here longer! Follow me!"[/color]  She looked lazily at the door, [i][color=92278f]"Huh, guess he must be the one who passed out those flyers I saw around.  Well the marines might come here after the ruckus so I might as well go, but first..."[/color][/i]  Zypha looked at the fallen man's axe, the big unwieldy looking thing that seemed like it could split trees.  Her trained eyes quickly found what she was looking for, a fracture in the handle's woodwork barely detectable to the eye.  With a precise hit with the tip of her scythe she cracked and shattered the handle.

With that big of revenge done, she took a quick work at her own scythe handles, admiring the woodwork for a second, of her own design, and then wrapped the chain around her waist and put away her weapons.  Striding out of the room she quickly observed the others who had been in the fight.  They seemed fairly young, not that she was old mind you, but she had a feeling they would be inexperienced.  Still her instincts were saying there was an opportunity in the air so she would stick around and see for now.