Haithan frowned in honest surprise. A lady on a knight's mount?<i>It must have cost her a fortune!</i>he thought. But very well, if she was no Highborne, she was not going to meet the treatment, and even so, would she have been in the first place it had mattered little. The laws of Naggarroth did not have any say in these lands.<br/><br/>He craned his neck slightly to look beyond Talianna at the human and then back at her. "Bianka?" he quizzed. The name translated strangely in their tongue. "A very poor choise of name for your servant. She must be a very valuable slave if you let her rest over your nauglir's hide..." He looked back at Talianna. She was intruiging, a woman of no nobel bloodline, in possession of knightly regalia. This would of course explain why a woman such as she was not married and seeing to her husbands business. He looked at her, letting his eyes trail her form once before smiling politely; "...but where are my manners? I am Haithan..." He longed for a last name but he had never earned one nor had he never known his family's name. "...Haithan the Corsair of The Red Mist" he concluded, rather adding title than a name.<br/><br/>To emphasise his craft he removed the long traveling cloth, showing the chain hard sea dragon cloak beneath, the palid green scales shimmering slightly under the pale sun. The simple sword at his side was now also apparent, as was his axe. "You are just in command of the defenses here, or this is your village?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>