[i]... Should I?[/i] Varis asked himself as he saw his allies getting up and moving over to the door, one by one as they followed the drow -- who Varis had by now identified as the party leader (although wasn't certain himself). He scoffed as the thought came to mind. A drow, someone renowned for their villainous ways, renowned for their ways of brutality, renowned for their ways of inhumanity seemed to be the party leader of this horribly dysfunctional group (albeit everyone seemed to be getting along with each other but Varis). 

"Reminds me of that other drow [i]father[/i] had [i]supposedly[/i] met," Varis muttered under his breath, saying the word "father" with a type of angry scorn. He began to look back onto the story that his "father" had told him once ago, trying to remember the other drow's name. Of course, nothing came to mind but the first letter of his name starting with a "D." Varis gave out a small chuckle as his attempts to try to recollect his memory ended in utter failure.

"D stands for Drow, I suppose," Varis said, this time just slightly louder before grabbing the cup of water and drinking it hastily, turning around on the stool as he placed the cup onto the counter with a bit more force than he had anticipated. Hurriedly, Varis raised both of his hands towards his head as he walked out of the tavern, placing his hood over his head as he was just halfway towards the exit. He then looked over to his left, and with his left free hand, grabbed the dagger that laid pierced into the table, hastily taking it out and placing it in its small scabbard as he exited the tavern, making sure to keep his distance away from his new found "allies."