Varis, who was just a few feet away from the wagon, stared at the cocky marksman -- who we from now on would call her by the [i]weird[/i] cocky marksman. His head then shifted slightly to stare at the man with the anger issues. Varis was rather intrigued by the conversation they just had, even though he only heard part of their conversation. His eyes then shifted over to the others who sat in the wagon, and after a few seconds of thinking, walked over to the front, only to stare at the drow for a few seconds.

It was either he could sit next to his "allies" and try to make buddy-buddy with them (or try to fall asleep to deter them from talking to him) or to sit next to the drow with the morally screwed compass. Varis sighed before climbing onto the top of the wagon using the footholds, taking a seat next to the drow.

"Would you rather I walk?" Varis asked the drow as his eyes darted over to the corner of his socket to stare at her.