"Sounds to me as if you have quite the bone to pick with this Monsieur Charles."  Alena's voice echoed from atop a nearby roof, and in an instant she was before the two, brother and sister, landing gracefully to her feet.  "Though I'm not amused by your unsavory behavior earlier, I am willing to help you....for no price at all."  Reaching to her hood, she pulled it back, revealing the features of her face, skin pale as death, eyes red as blood, and a pair of lips curled into a menacing scowl.  Humbly she curtsied before the woman, "Alena Carthenwald, at your service Mademoiselle Sardothien.  Forgive my intrusions upon you and your brother, but it seems you are caught in a harrowing predicament, your loved ones slain by a nefarious hand."  Likewise she shared the same pain as Celaena.