The faint pulse of Bianka's wrist was growing stronger. From faint beats to more steady ones. Reinhart sighted in relief, thank Sigmar. He let go of her hand, placing it on her stomach. He looked down on the young girl, brushing her cheek lightly as he was glad he could save one who have yet much more to live for.<br/>" She'll be fine, she just need rest. Sigmar protects his people. He gave her a second chance. "<br/><br/>Reinhart then rose up, looking at the witch with a slight irritating look.<br/>" Meanwhile, what did your all great Dark Mother do? Nothing. Did your precious goddess answer your prayers? Did she do<i>anything</i>to save this noble spirit!?<br/>No, of course not. Your God is nothing but a selfish entity that does not do anything for her faithful ones. Now excuse me, I need to rest. The healing took more on me than I imagined.  Just let the girl rest and regain her strength"<br/><br/>He turned around, not wanting to her any reasons in defense for the dark elf's praised entity. Going away from the ladies, he went to the stranger and placed a hand on his shoulder. The gauntlet letting off a heavy pouncing sound as it landed.<br/>" And you,  a sword of such craftmanship does not go far from Reikland. Let's head to the tavern, we need to talk, there are things I want to know about such sudden appearing character. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>