" Your greatness knows no bounds, does it lady Dragonbane ? " He said rhetorically, he followed the dark elf as she accepted him into "her" village. Sir Priest? That didn't sound too well. Mayhaps he should introduce himself so that the people can know him by a better name.<br/>"The name's Reinhart Auchammer. Sigmar bless me for finding such grand hostess. I will with outmost pleasure guard these villagers from the wicked. "<br/>He did not longer know or cared what it was that talked for him, his mind, his tongue or his stomach.<br/><br/>It was indeed a grand feast Reinhart soon had infront of him once inside the poor village. There was a slight feeling of guilt taking so much from these peasants. But his appetite for flesh and drinks and what else was on the menu made sure to convince him this was for the better. Eagerly he grabbed a piece that look irresistibly juicy from the table. Ripping off a piece from the pork loin and guzzling down the wine he was served. A wave of satisfaction showering down upon him. A starved man is a hungry man, even if he's covered in blood.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>