For Bronwyn her sense of being ill at ease was small since she did still hold a clear memory of the day when she had first seen a Black Orc falter in his charge before that pair of cold violet eyes. Though in truth she felt some measure of compassion for Sebekneru as her huge sword fell from her hand to the ground like a thing forgotten. While she stood watching with the battle standard's scarred shaft still gripped in her hands, she saw Ae'thenal raise her Elf made blade in threat towards Sebekneru. The Elven runes wrought in the metal smouldering like ruddy creatures trapped within dark hued flames. "You offend my Lady Si'anelle of Avelorn by your act of aggression against our friend; and before Isha you shall not bring her harm." And here Bronwyn did not fail to miss that Ae'thenal's eyes had taken fire with her agony as she did speak Isha's name. "Speak you now fairly with Bronwyn of Nuln and hear out her words, for if you do not you shall die here in this place and we shall ride on, the hooves of our horses trampling your still warm corpse into the stones." No sooner than Ae'thenal had spoken her threat and had flashed her cold violet gaze over the women with Sebekneru, her teeth bared as if she was a great cat scenting prey and not a daughter of Elf-kind, than Bronwyn did find the standard pole being reclaimed from her hand as Ae'thenal did now spur Nadimar past her to rejoin the Elven host. And in the silence of that moment she did discover herself to be once more standing alone upon the trail with Sebekneru's green eyes upon her.

"Who in all the hells does that skinny bitch think she is?" spat the black giantess now openly furious in the aftermath of Ae'thenal's departure. The slack limbed state of fear that had formerly held Sebekneru in thrall was swiftly ebbing away. Though Bronwyn did know she should not be so suprised, for Sebekneru had faced down more than her share of terrors in her long life. "I got as much right as any Border Prince to this land since I fought and bleed to own it. And I got the right by that blood to say who comes in and who stays out." If she was to now laugh aloud at Sebekneru's indignation Bronwyn did know it as a certain thing that Sebekneru would again seek her out as a target to rain sword blows upon. Which would only cause Ae'thenal to return to enact her threat and thereby ruin the present hope she did hold that she might persaude Sebekneru to aid their cause. So instead she did merely stand at ease her mirth silent within her breast. "Her name is the Lady Ae'thenal of Avelorn, companion and friend to the Noble Lady Si'anelle also of Avelorn who does command this war host," Bronwyn did say at last with a following sigh. "And since the Noble Lady Si'anelle does wish to carry war to the Orcs and Goblin tribes in the lands that do lie beneath Thunder Mountain the Lady Ae'thenal does become impatient that you do delay her Sebekneru." Now she did have all of Sebekneru's attention. After first swiftly bending to retrieve her sword the black giantess did shake the sizeable weapon at her. "Thunder Mountain!" she did say to her before she did laugh aloud her voice booming back from the high walls of the pass. "By the Mother you tell some crazy tales Bronwyn. Still going to have to do better than that if you want to pass me by without a fight though." "Before Isha and Holy Sigmar both I do tell you I do speak true Sebekneru," Bronwyn did reply. And for this one rare occasion her face did have a serious caste to it as she did speak. "My Lady Si'anelle would go into the country inhabited by the Orcish tribes to claim back an artifact of power that was stolen but recently from the Elf-kindred of Athel Loren." Behind the eyeslits of her helmet Sebekneru did now narrow her gaze as she did stand with her sword resting on her shoulder. "Since when did you ever go calling anybody, 'My Lady' Bronwyn Half-Elven? Bitch like you never bent the knee to anybody alive or dead in your whole life." "Perhaps I have found a worthy cause at last Sebekneru," said Bronwyn as her grin did return to her face. "Perhaps somebody might a banged you too hard on the head as well," was Sebekneru's response as she now turned and waved her hand towards her warrior women to tell them to fall back. Which did inform Bronwyn that now at least Sebekneru was willing to give an ear to what she did have to say. Though Bronwyn was in no measure suprised that Helene Orcslayer did not go with her companions and remained nearby close at Sebekneru's right hand. Now once more she did have Sebekneru's green eyes upon her as the black giantess leaned at her ease upon her huge sword. "Your 'Lady' has sent you out here to say something so say it Bronwyn," said Sebekneru pointedly and Bronwyn did take note of the edge to her tone. After first mock bowing her head towards Sebekneru to show her that she was not in any measure discomforted and causing the black giantess to tighten her mouth in annoyance Bronwyn did then draw in a good breath and begin.