@Colapse
Mariah entered the blacksmith's chamber with her sword sheathed and her shield on back. She laughed slightly, "Not to bad I suppose. Though it will take sometime to wipe clean the darkness from this place, we are making steps in the right direction. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

While he didn't expect to have much conversation with the banker in the first place, just wanting the gold coins he needed, the rather rude attitude did throw the Saurian off. He have a dismissive shrug to the halfling and left him to his number counting. Finding the man he needed outside busy with what looked to be more paperwork than the halfling was dealing with earlier. He kept what he wanted short and to the point, realizing this man probably have many more important things to do. "Stone carving tools, Large stones, and paints. If that is possible." Xiuhcoatl asked of Kolja. He glanced over the sheets on the table and his reptilian eyes widen as he say the rather extensive list that he was sure belonged to the Dark Elf with them, now he began wondering just what the massive Butcher would be asking of the poor man. And he thought he was asking for too much. "Though it can wait if there are too many more important things to pick up." he added.

After a good amount of sowing and frustration Tuska had managed to fix his beloved instrument on his own granted his orcish craftsmanship had left something to be desired but still at least it was fixed. After practicing s but not even noticing the slight screeching sound that now played in the background to the rest of noise the instrument made he rembedded he was going to be paid for his work and decided to go find the halfling that was in charge of handing out the shiny things. On his way to finding the halfling he imidiatly got lost and somehow found himself at the front gate of the castle where some of his fellow mercenaries were talking to the big umie that came was training the new boyz with Kritsoff.

"Oi Kolja wez got ta put up some signs or sumfing Iz keep getin lost in dis zogin place." He said as he walked up to the group that was around him for some reason. He then noticed the new arrival standing at the front gate and a random beastie git'z head on the ground for some reason. "So uh watz dis den?" He asked raising the fold of dark green flesh that substituted an eyebrow on his hairless body.

Pierre glanced at each of the mercenaries before him, the one that the greenskin called Kolja seeming to be in charge as he ordered a dark elf to lead him to their leader. The group that stood before him was extremely odd as not only did they seem to have a black orc in their midst, but some kind of giant lizard man as well. His right hand slowly inching towards the hilt of his sword as the orc set his eyes upon him Pierre assumed that battle would be the only thing to follow. But oddly enough it spoke, causing Pierre to relax his arm, bringing it calmly back to his side.

Bending over Pierre would grip the bestigor head by its fur, tossing it up to Tuska in one swift motion. "Your lunch" he spoke trying to ease any tension that was felt between him and the massive Greenskin beast before him. After all, Tuska seemed peaceful enough to not deserve a blade in his throat in the name of the Ladies rightous fury. But the same could be said for the others as well, the Lizardman and Dark Elf seeming docile towards him, much to Pierre's surprise considering what little he knew of the Dark Elves and the predatory look of the Lizardman.

"Now" he spoke as he turned his attention towards the one woman in the group that had been told by Kolja to lead him. "If you could bring me to your leader, I would be most graceful" he said, bowing slightly to the woman, trying to use his best manners for now as he didn't like the idea of being swarmed if they took offense to his presence.

@TuskatheDaemonKilla
@Jorimel

When the bretonian threw the bestigor head and said something about lunch, Tugg just asumed he spoke to him, given that Tugg was the biggest and the butcher, so he just picked it up and starte Champions on it, also a good time, he was getting hungry.
While eating he looked to Kolja, "oi need som stuff for brewing, cask'n barrels un boiler stuff, you got it yes?"

Kristoff smiled gently as he felt the embrace of his cold patron, clearly pleased with the battles he had taken part in. He must have truly brought glory to him for as he basked in the harsh presence of the winter god, ancient teutonic runes began engraving themselves into the well used warhammer, giving it new power and life. "thank you Wolf Father, with this gift I shall look to find ever greater challenges, and bring further glory to you, as is my privileged duty." Before getting up he took the small ceremonial blade he kept on him and sliced open his palm, sprinkling his blood before the shrine in reverence before heading out to get his earnings and see what his new found friends were up to.

Upon arrival at the bank he ran into most of his companions, and a new face.

@DeezNuts

"Well now what do we have here? Another one of you knightly lads? Surprised how any of you are getting out of your cozy silk robes to actually fight, most impressive." Kristoff took note of the bestigor head being munched on by Tugg, and assumed it was brought by this new comer. A fine kill, but he didn't need to know that.

@Grall_Stonefist

"Is that to be our next meal my rotund friend?"

Fulke took his time maneuvering about the old armory, gloved hands running across rusted blades, ruined shields, and unstrung bows. A low whistle emitted from his freshly healed, overly sensitive lips. Before the bloody leeches ever took hold of this place, there had been a proud regiment of Ostland soldiers here. Good men, loyal to the Elector Count and their duties to Sigmar. If anything it looked as if they had been better equipped than his own regiments, before being elevated to the vaunted Greatswords. At last his boots carried him to the crate placed in the back of the room, fingers tracing the words and he mouthed them silently. "Interesting.."

With due reverence, Fulke moved the flag aside and folded it as best he could before turning to the box. "I'm sure Constantine won't mind if I lay claim to this..", and he opened the box.

@Keidivh
Tugg had just taken another crunchy and messy bite Into the bestigor head, when the tuskie tamer asked him weather or bot the head was for share, to witch Tugg at first looked confused at the little man, before remembering that it was indeed himself that had made most meals for the group, "uuuh, dis here, no no, Will make something soon" he answered, before remembering he could also use the bestigors teeth for some magick, and Then hamfistedly started pulling some out to deposit in one of his pouches, he was sure that Kolja remembered what Tugg wanted, for now he would have to go prepare a good meal for all, though mostly himself, the head was just a small inbetween snack snacks.

Khelandria accepted her pay from the graceless misery of a Halfling banker. She was in playful spirits (though still a Dark Elf, mind) so she patted him lightly on the head in thanks. Towering over him in her high-heeled boots, she beamed at the little bundle of rage.

"You ought to watch your mood, you know. You're too little for so much wrath," she said, turning on her heel to find someone who could really be useful. Of course they needed accountants, but someone good with numbers wasn't irreplaceable enough for such an attitude to go unnoticed as far as she was concerned.

Kolja was much more helpful. She nodded as he spoke, for much of what she wanted was probably far from here.

"That is fair," she said, acquiescing, "gold is a means to an end, for me, and the thing I value most is beyond price, the love of my God." She bowed her head in reverence for a moment, then continued brightly. The wanton slaughter of the undead had pleased the Witch Elf and she was feeling on good form. If Khaine was happy, then she was happy, and so many bodies had been a worthy offering. She could feel it in her heart.

"I shall," she said to Kolja, when he asked her to take the newcomer to Constantine. She turned to Pierre.

The Witch Elf was an icy pale beauty, statuesque in the manner of Elves but with the darkness of Naggaroth apparent in her gear and high silver tiara the held back her upswept hair. When she smiled, her pointed teeth caught the light. But her voice (though a little accented) was most definitely polite and even sounded somewhat upper class. She held out a hand.

"Khelandria. Bride of Khaine," she said, shaking if he cared to respond. "Welcome to the band. I will take you to Master Constantine. He's the man with the vision that got us to this castle, and the wit to assemble the force that won it." That was all; no sneering, no adding "for a Human". Khelandria was impressed by Thomas' martial acumen. And anyway, she considered that those who had to keep stating their superiority were obviously not convinced of it. She offered Pierre an arm and made to lead him up to the high chamber occupied by Constantine. Blood-red rubies like little drops of blood decorated her spiked vambraces, and the jewelled collar that sat on her collarbones. Two daggers, long and lethal in their barbarous-looking sharpness, were at her sides, but the Elven maiden was unfailingly polite and made no move to draw them.

Alozia appreciated the peace and quite she had gotten while it lasted, for it meant that she had time enough to search the tower more fully to find a fair few items that could make her room more amenable to life, as she was able to lay her hands upon a table, chair and bookshelf for a study, and as for her shrine to the Sisters, another table, some old candles and a nice, white table cloth were found which was at least the start of something approaching the beginning of building the shrine.
She'd even found a few blankets for the bed, to help stay warm in the night for her bead, along with a pillow for her head.

As for the dagger, it was something that now greatly interested the Druchii given that it seemed the weapon she'd picked up had taken power from the Grandmaster (considering he threated to enslave that group's souls, she found it ironic that his power now served her) which could certainly aid her in understanding how to leach using magic.... She could already think of one way such a use of Dhar could come in handy for future battles, if healing was thin on the ground.

However, all good things must come to an end, such as when Alozia sensed that a Halfling was waiting outside her room. After sighing loudly at this interruption to her room-habitation project, she dejectedly opened the door and despondantly said to the servant "Who sent you to disturb my peace and quiet, and for what reason?"