[i]I wonder...[/i] Varis began as he stared at his dagger, raising it up to his face to catch a better glimpse of the engraving on the dagger. He then took a glimpse over at the orc and then back at his dagger, intrusive thoughts entering his head as he stared at the dagger. [i]If I kill myself now, would I wake up from this stupid dream?[/i] Varis stared at the dagger, contemplating his own offer to stick his dagger into his heart. 

Now, not only did they have a drow with a morally stupid compass, they now had an orc with a [u]morally retarded[/u] compass. As his allies were off making friends with the orc, he had stayed near the wagon, staring at them all as he cursed under his breath. If he had come across the orc alone, he probably would have just offed him to put him out of his damned, forsaken misery, but no. They had to do something [i]better[/i] than put him out of his misery, they had to [u]heal[/u] him.

He took a few steps away from the front of the wagon, taking a glimpse with the stupid human with the tome, glaring at him for a few seconds before returning to his original spot. If there was ever a kill list made by Varis, he would now be on it.