Bianka would hear the alarm and a few rushig people would knock her makeshift table over but the woman would stand,  making sure her gorget was secure before grabbing the old and beaten sallet helm from her pack , leaving the rest there as she drew her weapon and ran to the gates to be with Taliana.  When she arrived she was hurtling slightly , the village-girl slightly out of breathe but the sight of her lover on her Mount and the warrior priest nearby made her stand tall.<br/><br/>The woman would approach Taliana,  her mind spinnig as she nervously cleared her throat,  thoughts of last night and then the looming battle now making her quiver a bit. " What is it now Taliana? Are there Kirgan nearby?  What shoudl we do?  We're hardly prepared for a big fight here.." she rushed out her words,  the leather of her claymore's hilt could br heard protesting as she wrung her hand on it. Bianka would adknowledge the warrior priest with a nod as well. " sigmar bless. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>