The blacksmith's daugther flinched at the sheer seething anger behind the words. The young woman wasn't quite used to such lashings out.  Her father was stern but a stoic,  she was used to more stern talkings than a raised hand or boiling temper. Still,  she didn't think she was a cow and the phrase made her slump her shoulders a bit. " Sigmar....I need my patience...." the village-girl sighed and put on a smile though, determined to power through the meaness. " Sorry,  sorry,  wanted toper you know before steppin' in all in armor " . The simple woman took her hand odor the pommel of her sword and then shifted the glasses to occupy both hands again before stepping her way on over to the room,  her leather boots falling with heavy steps as she shouldered into the room with the bath unbeknowngst to her.<br/><br/>" I went and bought you a mug of it miss-" the young girl froze as her cheeks turned a red suitable to only be described as a rich scarlet. Her blue orbs were wide open and took in the figure of the elf,  lingering on her neck and breasts,  the water beading off of elven skin before she caught herself and coughed. Alright,  she's a woman,  jus' like ye,  Bianka.....ain't got a thing you don't have or haven't seen before. She thought that would call her but it didn't but finally she uttered a " s-sorry" and moved her,  what seemed like lead-weigted feet to the tub and held out a steaming mug. " Still very er....hot for you. Went and got it for ye at the stand o' course. " Bianka blushed more,  her blue eyes occasionally dipping down to look at some new tantlizing detail of Dark Elf. Gods Bianka....she's a woman....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>