The winds of the north, how cold they bite against the human flesh. It felt as if it was a blink of an eye ago that he bested the wildmen of these lands. This are truly the lands of the fittest, and the rest to gnaw on the scraps.<br/><br/>Reinhart could feel the it in the air, he saw the village a bit away. The smell of fires cooking. It's been two days since he had a proper meal, hopefully this village could supply him with a meal in exchange of coin. Whipping the reins of the white horse, Reinhart could not hold back his desires to meet civil people once more. The harsh nature of these forests are unforgiving for a man on foot. As he got closer to the entrance he slowed down the horse to a more trotting pace and slowing down to a walk, he did not wish to strain the horse, gleaming of sweat and breathing through it's nostrils heavily. The priest could make a shape,, which at first he held neutral. And later on he made a grimace at as he notice the very unique shape of a Cold One and upon it was one of those cold hearted, satanic witches. Did he step into a trap? Was this a dark elf outpost he had crossed?<br/><br/>Holding tightly onto one of his warhammers in one hand, he held the reins in the other as he came closer to the awaiting hostess. What's this? A woman by her side, a human none the less! He peered behind, seeing more people hiding within the village. Had she captured the village to sell them as slaves?<br/>Reinhart might be starving, but by the force of Sigmar if he would let his own kin fall into such twisted hands! He was tired and weak as he approached the witch, there was a good twenty meters distance between the two before Reinhart stopped in his tracks. The blood dried out across his face, his armor stained and his warhammers still carrying the heavy stench of death, blood and flesh.<br/><br/>He was no fool, he was well aware of the dangers a Cold One possessed. Would the elf turn hostile, he hopefully would still have time to flee. A horse got nothing against a cold one and a warrior priest with his stomach aching likewise his body would stand low chance against a powerful witch.<br/>And so he sat there on his horse, letting the silence make peace. He was not in shape to make demands here. But he would not yield without a fight, Sigmar forbid so.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>