"And just where do you believe you're going, miss?"  A sultry giggle sounded from the woman's lips towards the flustered blonde storming away.  "No gratitude at all for coming to your aid?  Why I'm quite offended."  With a whisk of her cloak behind her she turned to face Celaena, quite the reputation preceding her, but of Alena's face, nothing could be discerned...except for a pair of lush ruby lips curling into a haughty smirk, those old noble habits it seemed. "Celaena Sardothien I presume?  Your name is hard to forget."