Talianna reined in Bloodfang, the giant lizard bellowing in her hunger for the horse that stood only meters away. Her eyes traced over the large, two-handed hammer in the Priest's grip, the hammer responsible for the blood and pain that sang sweetly in the air. The man himself looked as strong as a Nauglir, cables of thick muscle encased in blood-spattered shining steel, another new specimin to Talianna, a physically fit human rather than the wasted wretches of Hag Graef. She held Hatetongue high, hopping he'd read it as the sign of a truce as she edged Bloodfang forward, the Cold One uttering a low, guttural  growl as it eyes the horse with her ruby-red eyes.<br/><br/>"Hail, Priest!" Talianna said, her eyes fixed on the man,"I am Talianna Drakebane, Scourge of Ulthuan and the Breaker of the Blood-Drinkers. I stand Protector of Dullark with my Sergeant, Bianka. What business have you Priest, but choose your words, for I will not hesitate to unleash my Nauglir upon your hide if you so much as move in a way that displeases me" she hissed, her voice a cruel melody that she had used many a time on those she inflicted the greatest pains, those whom she bedded, or both. Her robe had fallen open in the fast trot, her pale breasts almost exposed, as was her nethers. Though it would be a foolish man to see Talianna as something erotic, the very air around her seemed cold with the chill fury and icy cruelty of the woman.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>