Talianna smiled, letting the compliments flow over her. He was canny at least, and certainly had a way with words, not to mention his praise of her beauty. Talianna never considered herself vain, but the way of the Dark Elf was ingrained in her and the remarks made her swell with pride.<br/>"Well aren't you the lucky, it just so happens that this small village is in need of men just as yourself to fight off the oncoming Chaos hordes. There's food and wine aplenty within its walls." she turned Bloodfang about, the lumbering beast growling at the loss of her possible meal as Talianna goaded the Cold One back to Dullark.<br/>"Bianka, come. And do follow Sir Priest, I'm sure the villagers would love to hear the word of your Sigmar god." And whilst he was doing that she'd set about constructing a plan to defend this place. With Bianka and the Priest, she would be able to motivate the villagers with ease, thank the Dark Mother for their simple minds.<br/><br/>Bloodfang broke into a trot, making for the yawning gate. Already Talianna began to shout commands to boil water and bring fresh food, she'd want the Priest on her side and she knew food, drink and sex spoke loudest to men. She could at least provide him with two, for now.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>