"Excuse me sir..." She walked back and stood towering her 6ft 6 inches before the man, her gasmask obscuring most of her face, and her heavily plated shimmering armour showing a delicacy of wellcared precision of a very punctual and perfective woman. "You seem unaffected by this, sickening flowerpetals, and you just walked out of the alchemyshop" As she summoned up her own observations she continued to speak with an air of leadership, and a rather annoying commanding voice. "Did you ask anything about the substance or origin of this forsaken things?" She had putted her hands in her sides, pushing up her rather heavy chest, hidden behind a combination of her chestarmour and a brightly coloured tabard of the wildhammer clan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>