Varis looked at the dead gnoll before him, staring at its dead, lifeless eyes as it laid on the ground in a pool of its own blood. As he stared at the dead gnoll, he began to recall his first ever kill, which was some type of animal at the age of five. His father had ordered the poor boy to do it, and after minutes of refusing, his father had crippled the animal, leaving Varis to put the damned furry four-legged beast out of its misery. He could distinctly remember having no problem with killing any sort of animal -- or human -- after that event.

Varis gave out a small chuckle before turning around and walking over to the drow, placing his weapons back in their respective scabbard before noticing the dead camel on the floor, an arrow stuck in the animal. 

"I'll keep watch now," Varis began as his stared at the dead camel, his pompous tone still existing. His gaze shifted over to Vivian as he awaited for a response since he didn't have anything else to say.