Bianka ran steadily alongside Taliana, reluctantly shoulderig away a few men and a woman who ft in the way of their insane rush to the gates of the an which were slowly pulled open. " Sigmar I hope there alright..." Bianka thought as she ran,  having a little troy le holding onto the cold one and keeping pace with it,   but her determination to please Taliana,  and well" the filthy jaws of the lizard-thing kept her along. As they came to a stop she rested a hand one her knee and coughs,  huffing for a momemnt, her claymore still in hand , the four and a half foot sword resting on her shoulder.  The village girl looked at the new arrival and blinked her eyes a few times before she looked to Tiana and then back to the man,  her eyes widening in realization. She knew what those symbols were , that book even though she couldn't read a lick besides a few simple words. It was a priest of Sigmar! Here!<br/><br/>Of course she also realized this posed a problem to her Darkelf friend. The black haired woman set the point of her sword into the dirt and leaned over to Taliana, batting away the disgustingly slimy jowels of lizard. " That's a Damned warrior priest I think....he may have a problem wit you. But should be fine with me. "  The simple woman looked back to the man and hailed him with a wave. " Do you wish a meal,  priest?  Always have some food for a priest of Sigmar. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>