"I am in command of the defenses, along with anything else I deem too much responsibility for these local cretins." she said, venom thick in her voice, "And Bianka isn't my slave, she's too chubby and...well, intelligent to be a whipping-creature." Talianna's tongue danced around the fact of her longing for Bianka, aware that it may unseat her tenuous position with this Haithan.<br/><br/>"The Red Mist, hm? Aye, I fine vessel so I hear" she lied, she'd lost count of the number of vessels she'd seen in the ports of Naggroth, " I myself have sailed a number of vessels in the Sea of Chill and have hung a thousand heads from their masts" this was true, she always took count of the foes she slew. Haithan looked enough like a Sea Raven, his blades simple yet no doubt effective in the Elf's hands and his clothing rugged.<br/><br/>Bloodfang uttered a low growl, obviously anxious at all the standing about and Talianna took the Nauglir's hint. "Well then, perhaps you'll walk with me to my quaters. I have a feeling you'll be more useful compared to the others who've appeared to defend this shit-hole." she muttered, turning on her heel and leading Bloodfang towards her house, the Cold One still grumbling as she digested the last of her Kurgan meal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>