"I wouldn't exactly call the newcomer a friend," Varis began as he walked over to the back of the wagon, throwing the purse of coins into the back before taking a look at the small little "battlefield" that was absolutely littered with gruesomely dead gnolls, his eyes darting from dead gnoll to dead gnoll before setting his sights on a gnoll with his arm ripped off.

"... Well," Varis began to mutter under his breath as he slowly walked off to follow the drow. "Could be worse..." Varis tried to recollect his memory, trying to remember the book he had read just before going on this small little adventure -- which he slightly regretted now. The book he had read was some sort of book detailing the adventure of some type of fictional race. He could remember distinctly the mad man who had sold it to him. Varis slowly placed his finger to his chin, tapping it every so often as he tried to remember what the book was about until finally nodding to himself, satisfied with himself and his ability to recollect his memory. "... At least we're not in [i][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mordor]More-door[/url][/i]."

Varis quickly walked over to the drow, his eyes scanning the surrounding area.