Haithan had left the small building at the end of the commotion. With steady steps over the hard mud, he stopped several paces away from a local. He spoke clear, and almost aloud.<br/>"Excuse me, good sir, but I am here to help you in your struggle. To whom shall I turn for an application of interest?"<br/><br/>The local stared at him in confusion. Clearly he was not used to being adressed as 'good sir' and even less so by dark hooded elves. The man stumbled on his words. "I...You came just now? The battle is over, sir..."<br/>"And I assume you are not expecting to have further nuisance with the northeners?" Haithan snapped.<br/>The man shrugged slightly and took a step back, "Of course sir...I suppose you could turn to the Holy Warrior for further guidance..."<br/><br/>The man pointed at the armoured, bald individual marching through the entrance, accompanied by something that would not be too far off a human counterpart of himself. The local turned away, clearly feeling that he was done talking to the elf.<br/>Haithan didn't mind. The less he had to talk, even be 'friendly' with the commoners, all the better for him.<br/><br/>Collecting himself, straightening out his posture he walked with steady steps once again, stopping at two swords lengt away from the Sigmarite warrior. He looked over the human once, not caring with his companion. He was sure this was his man. The idols, that golden collar on his head and the trademark warhammer in his hand.<br/>He removed his hood, and bowed just so slightly, not turning eyes. He was certainly not going to show his neck to a human.<br/><br/>"Greetings. I witnessed your prowess in the field, champion of Sigmar." Damn I am good at formal talk, he thought to himself, holding back a smug grin. "I was told to turn to you if I was to share my interest in defending this...fair..." Haithan glanced around for a second, "This hovell. Have I found the right man, or I am mistaken?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>