Protector? Pah, slavemaster more likely. As she went closer the horse went uneasy, but Reinhart could calm it with it's reins. That beast could probably snap off the horse's poor throat in one go. And who was this sergeant? She looked as fierce as a prairie dog. He raised his warhammer slightly in uncertainty, would she try to fell him he would be prepared. He took notice of her clothing revealing whatever would be deemed to be covered up with clothes, a quick eyeing up and down before he kept his eyes locked to hers. At least she seemed none hostile for now, but it can all simply be fools play by the cunning witch. As elegant as she was, she was most likely just as deadly.<br/><br/>" If what you say is true, lady Drakebane. I will tell you my reasons. For see I am but one man. Traveling these unforgivable lands to aid those poor in need. I am worn and hungry, I wish only to find civilization to protect and restore faith. Mayhaps some food and a bath to wash away the marks of war.<br/><br/>Surely, a woman of such beauty and grace. Was given traits of humbleness only to reflect that which the sights of mirrors blesses our world with as you pass by them, lady Drakebane. "<br/><br/>Saying those words was way harder than he though, but he was almost falling off the horse in hunger and his tired bones was looking for rest. With some luck, his attempts at charming her would make her let him live. He had lived long enough to be aware of how the dark elves enjoyed praise, even if it was given by themselves.<br/>He's gonna need to wash his mouth so soon the opportunity is given, swallowing hard as he finished his sentence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>