Talianna sighed, stretching out her worn muscles as she sank into the warm water of the iron bath tub. She'd aquirred the house of one of the local men, who seemed almost in awe that she'd take residence there and was sorely disappointed when she ordered him to leave. She had hung various sprigs of Naggarothian herbs on the ceiling beams to freshen the air and had ordered the reeds of the floor changed, humans were simple at the best of times and she had no doubt the males would obey her every wish. She giggled to herself, wriggling her toes in the water as she looked at herself in the rippling water. Though she had ridden hard for six weeks, she still held all of her Mother's beauty, yet another gift from her. The thought of her Mother was like the twist of a rusted nail in her flesh, how someone so mighty had fallen merely to better another. The very concept of it was alien to most Dark Elves, but her Mother had and Talianna wouldn't forget that sacrifice.<br/><br/>She shook away her thoughts, she had no time to reminisce. She knew there was work to be done, she was here to earn a name, not die in some suicidal charge. The wall would need to be reinforced, if not replaced and other defenses would be required. She had learnt of a few trick of the Shades in the few occasions she and her Mother had stayed with them, though to fight of a large Kurgan warband she was unsure a tripwire would do the trick. Her head span with so many thoughts it made her groan aloud, uttering oaths to the Dark Mother. She needed a drink, that much was obvious,<br/>"Dark mother damn your hides, where is my cider? Otherwise I'll ride my Nauglir out of this village and leave you to your fates!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>