Haithan broke contact with the Priest as he heard the womans voice. Brother? Hailing, him? With scanning eyes he noticed the blood drenched beauty coming at him with sword in hand. Had he not known better he could have sworn he had just walked into one of Khaine's holy sanctums. She was almost to perfect to be true. She did however not fashion the waist long hair that was common with the women in Naggarroth, but it mattered little. Her excellent features were brought further to the light without a long dark mane.<br/><br/>Her sword looked well crafted and he noticed the lumbering nauglir several paces away, just barely dented by the previous battle, with fresh gore caking around its massive jaws.<br/>A highborne. Here?<br/><br/>"Praise the Dark Mother, Dread Lady, I would never imagine to see my stoic kin in a place such as this", he said in Druhir and bowed, still not showing his neck. Under different sircumstances, and certainly in his homeland, this would have been seen as insulting. Anything lesser in the pecking order was to show complete compliance to the aristocrats. But this was not Naggarroth, and this lady didn't seem that much of a succeeding highborne if this was what she had at her whim.<br/><br/>"You stand void of retainers, dread lady, or you have these humans call to your Sa'an'ishar*?" he said, just barely keeping the voice formal for the occassion.<br/><br/><i>((* Sa'an'ishar - meaning "Shields and spears!". A common term used by Dark Elf commanders to muster their soldiers into ranks or make ready to charge. It is often used as a single command for attention.))</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>