As swiftly as Varus had stabbed his dagger into the table, Varus was just as swift as to draw his short sword and turn around to face the little goblin as soon as he had caught sight of the small little... thing that wore what seemed to be the scales of a baby dragon. "Dear god!" Varus said in a louder than usual voice. "A drow, a man with anger issues, a marksman who is cocky, a short dwarf, and a useless elf?" Varus placed emphasis on the last two words. "I think I speak for the dwarf when I say we're not going to allow a damn goblin into our... [i]party[/i]!"

[i]"You are such a cutie with your dragon costume on,"[/i] Varus heard the useless elf say. 

"... Or maybe we will..." Varus said with a tone of defeat before walking over to the dwarf with his short sword in hand, almost as if he was partying himself with a dwarf -- who he knew would hate the goblin (or thought so, at the very least).