Talianna watched the priest, Reinhart, eat with a mix of revulsion and curiosity. She'd often seen starved slaves in the flesh markets and they would fall upon their meager rations like flailing skeletons, Reinhart however was like a boar, his mouth never empty of meat or wine, or both. She herself found the cuisine of Dullark lacking, tasteless unseasoned lumps of meat and bitter wine, she had half a mind to kill whomever made such a foul drink such as this wine.<br/><br/>Bianka brought a bowl of thick, strong-smelling stew. For a moment Talianna was puzzled, then she remembered humans had the weakness of giving, of not expecting anything in return. They were silly breatures at times, and yet she felt a strange sensation at the girl's bright smile, something that was akin to lust, but different. She savored this feeling, still staring at Bianka before taking the bowl. It tasted harsh to her refined palette, but it was at least better than the villagers' cooking,<br/>"My thanks" was all she muttered to Bianka, still curious at the feeling, as though her heart had stopped dead and her stomach tightened. Dark Mother, was the girl cursed, or was Talianna?<br/><br/>She frowned at the crowd surrounding Reinhart, a shift in their favors to him could lose her sway over them, breasts only got her so far. Still, it was worth a charm offensive, to bring the priest onto her side. "I trust everything is to your taste" she said, letting her robe fall open once more and exposing a slight amount of her chest, "If not, I'm sure there's something you'd love to sink your teeth into." She smiled, her tongue licking her full ebon lips as she gave a small laugh, batting her long eyelashes at the priest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>