Talianna tied Bloodfang's bridle to a hook on the doorframe of her abode, though it'd hardly withstand one firm yank from the Nauglir judging by the rotten pine. She noticed the finely-dressed human in her peripheral vision, her hand snapping to Hatetongue's grip on reflex. She fought it, instead pulling Bianka's unconcious body from Bloodfang's saddle, the girl a deadweight in her arms. Talianna felt a pang of sadness of seeing Bianka in this state, and of shame at Reinhart being her saviour, Dark Mother she'd have his heart on a plate by the end of this. A smile crept across the Dark Elf's face as she eyed Bianka, it was as though she were asleep and Talianna harked back to the early morning; the soft sunlight caressing her soft body, large breasts and innocent face. She bit back those emotions, lest Haithan read too far into them, she knew what Sea Ravens were like; she needed to show him that she was in charge and only a icy bitch could do that.<br/><br/>The finely-dressed human greeted them, remarking of the battle and Talianna felt something rankle in her gut about him, he was the sort who'd shoot you in the back a crossbow when boarding a ship or climbing a keep's walls.<br/>"Indeed, though they were but youngsters, hardly a measure of the foe to come" she replied coldly, "And yes, she'll be fine" She felt the itch to gut this human instantly, just his very slimy presence set her teeth on edge, "So who may you be stranger, with your powder weapons and fine cloth, I dare say you're not local" she said, fixing the human with a quizzical eye that bored into his very soul, burning with contempt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>