Bianka didn't have to actually look around long to find out where the Dark Elf had taken residence,  it was easy enough to tell by the sheer amount of village men peering at the dwelling and waiting around for a bit as if in a hope just to glance a second of the beautiful elf. The thought of the elf once more made Bianka blush a little and clear her throat,  shifting the mugs to one hand while her now free hand went to rest at the pommel of her old claymore at her hip, toying with the well-worn and familiar leather as she ducked into the building and looked around.<br/><br/>" I wonder what father would say of me running for an elf like this...." the young girl knew just what though. He would likely have fallen dead from anger at the way she was just bossed around. The village-girl shook her head and called out as she entered, her accent thick with experience from life in a small village. " Hello? I have the cider as you asked. " she didn't know in which room the elf was,  and Sigmar knows she wasn't gonna get accused of snooping around after what she'd heard of elves. " Hrmm....that smell..." she sniffed the air,  idly wondering what herbs made that smell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>