Bianka would blink at the pace at which the elf excused herself but she paid no real heed to it. Instead the woman rubbed at her forehead with a leather-clad hand and sighed for a moment before turning on her heels and stepping out into the chill air,  the breeze whipping at her actually welcome for the first time since the few weeks she'd been around. " Ah.....thank Sigmar.....that room felt like dammed summer heat...." her feet carried her at an eager pace as she set out to whatever passed or the town square,  drawing a few glances from how different she was surely,  her curvy and stronger form a sure rarity in these parts.<br/><br/>As she walked Bianka let her mind run hrough the events of the day and she found herself rather pleased,  pushing aside the gnawing heat at the pit of her stomach. " Ya did good Bianka,  and now all ya gotta do is prove you're a good second and then you have a chance to support 'em. " she ran through the cooking checklist in her head and then resolved what she needed to do. " Meat and potatoes for a hardy stew to keep her full..." she ran off,  the distant looking woman walking and her chainmail beneath surfoat jingling as she let her mind finally wander to the pretty elf as she made it to the square.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>