Just by stepping out, Reinhart was struck in awe. A minor crowd was populating around his house. They looked at him, silence was the word of the moment. They had torn clothing, poor and were generally filthy. Closing the door behind him, he looked down on his company from his towering size, folding out his arms wide as to invite someone for a hug.<br/>" Blessed be you all, faithful ones of Sigmar. What can I aid you all with ? "<br/><br/>The peasants started immediately to speak of their troubles. One in tongue on the other. Things like to cure their children, what about the elf and other things that scared citizens tends to wish answers for. Swiftly he tried to calm down the masses. Telling them he was no miracle man, only one of Sigmar's disciples.<br/>" I know you're afraid, uncertain what the future brings. Just trust in Sigmar and he will answer your prayers. I will do what I can, but for now I must do my own business. " After blessing the crowd, soothing their minds and calming them down he walked through the mass.<br/>Today would be his first day in this faint town. There was much work to be done here like training the young men, reinforce the frail walls and with some luck even manage to convince people to make a church for Sigmar. These things would  take time, but there was more things that troubled Reinhart's mind.<br/>On the distance he could see Talianna, he smiled and waved before doing a courteous bow. All for show, of course. If he kept her happy to a minimum at least, maybe  she could become negotiable.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>