Not long after she shoved Feyd out the door Varri somehow managed to egg the entire tavern into a drunken brawl/party. The Caldari swung from the chandeliers as she kicked back the drunken patrons while chugging down mead like tomorrow was her last day. Which it might be since she took a job breaking into the king's castle, the punishment would surely be death. But she had been in worse situations before and she wasn't terribly worried about it. Once the brawl had subsided and the partakers of it had all fallen to their injuries Varri decided it was better to start working before the day of the job. She exited the tavern and immediately began asking around for Feyd. It took some time but she finally found out where he lived. Arriving at his house she quitely picked the lock before slowly opening the door. Only to her surprise her employer was nowhere to be found, in his place however was a direwolf ready to pounce on her at any moment. "Woah, easy boy, easy. I don't want any trouble alright? I'm a friend, I was just here to see Feyd", hearing the name of his master Witherfang began to calm down. Varri inched her way closer and closer to the beast and stretched out her hand but the direwolf growled once more causing her to pull back slightly. She paused but kept on and was eventually running her hand through the fur on his head. Witherfang became comfortable and quickly lowered his guard. "That's it, thaat's it. See I'm not as bad as you thought huh?", she said cheerfully and in reply the direwolf began to pant happily. "Alright I think it's time we go see Feyd...or we could have him find us", she said with a devious smile...