Bianka was huddled up in Dullark,  standing close against one of the shacks and trying to cut down the amont of viciously cold wind hitting her constantly. It certainly got cold in the Empire but Pa always had the forge up and ready and she could have always camped out there if she needed warmth. This was just painful though.   The razor wind bit through the surcoat covering her mail and made the cold metal rings numb her skin til she could scarcely feel her body. " Ah...S-Sigmar this is freezing. " she shook a little,  running a hand though her short black hair,  the majority of it pulled back into a simple pontytail the woman sighing. Bianka just hoped the profit was as good as rumored to be here,maybe then she could send a real sum to her family. Sigmar knows the three days walking here loaded down with a pack and sword was bad enough.<br/><br/>At that thought she smiles,  the expression on her face and the freckles across the bridge of her nose making her seem even younger. Eventually she lifts a warm mug of cider to her lips and pulled her cloak closer only to suddenly be bumped into and to hear the sound of alarm,  making her jump and spill her one source of warmth! She'd almost have mourned if not for the cries and the shuttng of the gates and despite her weary body as picked up her leather pack and threw it on her shoulder,  hand gripping at the worn-leather of her claymore's hilt before her blue des widened and she froze in place like a frightened deer. Heading right at her was a Dark Elf on some big ass lizard and not a soul even pulled the elf aside!" W-what!?" Her breath rose in plumes and she tugged at the steel-collar gorget around her neck nervously, seriously not believeing her eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>