Reinhart slam open the door to the tavern as he stepped in. The place was rather worn by the looks. He took a seat at one of the four seat tables and invited Maxim over to sit on the opposite side.<br/><br/>" That ungrateful bitch, how does she remotely DARE to insult the person who saved her dearest's life? I could have stand there doing nothing letting the girl bleed to death, Sigmar forbid such toughs. May he smite her with a reckoning. Bluster and large words she says? Phah, I did enough action to pull my weight. "<br/><br/>Reinhart was bitter about the whole thing, that elf. Oh she had it coming. Not this day, maybe not tomorrow. But one day, right now he did not care to stay on her good side for the sake of the people as he boiled over with anger. He covered his face in his left hand, supporting from the table. Taking a deep breath and sighed, calming himself down to act as a better company.<br/>"My apologies, I haven't let out such terrible display in ages. But that's not why we're here.<br/>So tell me, Maxim. What does a man such as yourself do this up north? Such finely crafted weapons doesn't come easy anywhere close here. Would you like a drink?"<br/><br/>He waved over a waitress with his hand, giving her a warm smile to encourage her getting here. The barmaid taking light steps over to the two men. People around at their own table whispering things about the two who had saved their village from what could've been a gruesome pillage.<br/><br/>"As for myself, consider me a missionary carrying out the words of Sigmar."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>