Snafeliz had since been kept busy with the influx of refugees from Leyawiin. She had opened her doors to the young and the elderly to help keep them off the streets. Mostly just a few refugee Khajiit that had managed to escape. During the night she ushered them upstairs so that she could still keep her business running, and in this time of distress many had turned to the bottle. She’d bought on extra guards to help maintain civility and to ensure that the children and elderly upstairs were left alone by her clients, but didn’t go pocketing any of her valuables either. After all, she still had to keep up her livelihood while she could. She had to eat like everyone else, and now she had more mouths that she had to feed. 

She finished wiping over the bench and went to see the cook in the kitchen. “A peaceful greeting to you. This one is most weary. There is much to be done and this one fears there is more yet to come.” She straightened her skirt as the chef gave a similar greeting and handed over a bowl of broth. With the bowl in hand she left the kitchen and sat down at one of the now empty tables. Later she’d put one of the youngsters to work while she took a nap before the night crowd came in to drink their sorrows away. Since the town had welcomed the refugees, and she had welcomed some to her house and establishment, she had decreed that the younger ones could work the bar with her to help with the upkeep, what with all the new patronage. The youngsters felt better being able to do something and it usually meant that Snafeliz could get some sleep during the daytime. Chef had an easier time of it as well as she did not have to tend to the kitchen and the bar during the day should they get customers.
Snafeliz took a bite of meat off of her spoon and chewed slowly as she thought. She let the taste of the sweetened meat roll over her as she felt herself unwinding after the long day and even longer week. One of the younger children spoke up from her elbow. “A peaceful greeting to you, bar mistress Snafeliz.” She looked down at the child and her smile was less bright than one of her lamps. “A peaceful greeting to you, Ma.” 

“This Khajiit will help the bar mistress Snafeliz this evening.” 

“Snafeliz thanks you. Help in the kitchen until this one calls for you.” With that the child scurried off to help Chef in the kitchen and J’ffer slunk over to her and jumped into her lap, purring for some of the sweet meat still in her bowl. “Speak. Khajiit will listen until all of the sugars of the world turn sour,” she said fondly to her brother, handing him a large piece of meat from her spoon. He returned the greeting, purring loudly before taking the meat delicately from her fingers. She let him lick her fingertips clean of all the juices and returned the bowl to the kitchen. The child took the bowl from her hands and dashed away to get it clean before hurrying on with the other chores to be done. 
She slipped out the back to check on her supplies, sighing heavily. She had not been able to procure supplies since Bravil had shut down and she was getting low. She’d have to start turning away customers soon if this kept up much longer. That’s when she heard the commotion. Her ears pricked at the sound and she tensed. She ran for her gauntlets and had shouted for the guards whom had arrived only a few short hours ago as the door flew open. An Argonian flew through the door as she picked up her sword, slinging the sheath over her shoulder, grinning and scattering the few customers that had come in early, mostly Khajiit eager to disappear into the bottoms of their cups for the night. 

A hulking male came up beside her claws on one hand at the ready, a knife as long as her forearm ready in the other. They moved toward the Argonian together, she swiped down at him, her sword catching his forearm, slicing it open. When he didn’t even so much as flinch at the damage, she knew he was deep into Hist Sap. A sliver of fear darted into her mind, but she pushed it aside as she wondered at her options. Together she and the guard struggled against the Argonian until she backed out and let him do the job himself. “This one’s eyes surely deceive her,” she said as she saw more Argonians come towards them, eager to join in the fight. By now the other two guards had come, eager to fight after relatively quiet week despite the refugees. They grabbed various weapons and stepped over the body as it spewed a puddle of blood from its opened neck. As the three males fought the small band of Argonians, Snafeliz quickly ran back inside snatching her other gauntlet as she did so and ran upstairs to fetch the refugees. At the top of the stairs she came face to face with her Chef and a knife pointed directly at her throat. 

After a quick withdrawal Chef said sheepishly, “This Khajiit did not mean to harm you.” However Snafeliz waved off the apology and informed the group that they would be moving and that those who could wield a knife were to take what they could from kitchen. After they had all left for the kitchen, she picked up a small bag that she could hang over her shoulder and placed her spare gauntlet in it and picked up the small stash of treasure she’d been keeping hidden. She made sure so as to not let it clink and attached it to the leather thong that she tied her dagger to against her thigh. Chef gave her a knowing look and turned back to keep guard while her boss shifted her skirts to hide the pouch. They descended the stairs together to the accompaniment of shouts and clangs of swords. In the kitchen she said, “Follow this Khajiit,” and led the way out the back and into a surprised group of Argonians that had seemingly been preparing to enter from the back while their comrades fought at the front. 

J’ffer whom had been at Snafeliz’s feet had weaved out from the group without a sound, avoiding the confrontation completely as he jumped onto a ledge. Overcoming her surprise, Snafeliz jumped forward taking a head clean off for her efforts. The rest of the Argonians surged forward overcoming the party easily, killing most of the elderly almost effortlessly, although sustained serious but not mortal wounds for their efforts. The oldest of the young seemed little better, but not by much and the youngest were slaughtered easily, their last cries melting Snafeliz and Y’ffers hearts more than a little, however they ignored it as best they could and slowly the Argonian party was whittled down to two, but so was theirs. Chef had sustained serious, and more than likely mortal wounds, but was still holding her ground. Snafeliz dodged a swipe at her midsection and came to stand at a forty-five degree angle to the Argonian and bought her sword up and around, lodging it deeply into the males side. 

He collapsed to one knee. As she bought the sword down, she said “This one avenges her fallen companions,” and let the blade slide through to the Argonians spine. She came up behind the last Argonian who was distracted pilfering through Chefs clothes looking for anything of worth when he looked down to see a sword tip sticking out through his chest. Snafeliz placed a foot on his back and pushed him off of her blade. She knelt down, keeping her skirt from sitting in blood and quickly cleaned her sword before sheathing it. When she stood up, J’ffer was by her side and together they made their way to the castle, hiding in the deepest of shadows avoiding notice where possible, fighting where it wasn’t.