Before everything had gone dark due to the damned spell by the drow, Varis had made his way behind the Magus, standing just four feet behind him with his weapons drawn. 

And then it dawned on him.

[i]I can kill anyone I want and no one would notice,[/i] A thick grin spread on Varis' face as he slowly held his weapons up -- not in an effort to kill the Magus, but in an effort to see his own weapons.

And then it dawned on him once more.

[i]... Wait... I can't see anyone...[/i] Varis' grin slowly faded, even though it's not like he was going to kill someone. It was too early for that, and the [i]anger issues man[/i] seemed rather alright, and the [i]cocky marksman[/i] had a thing going on with him, so he didn't want to perhaps destroy any potential future relationships, but the thought and possibility of actually [i]being able[/i] to kill anyone in the dark of night entertained him.

Varis grumbled as he placed his two weapons in its scabbard, the motion having become instinctual after years of doing so, so no sight was actually needed. He gave out a rather angry sounding sigh before taking two steps to the right and taking five steps forward, hoping that he was somewhere close to the damned [i]Magus[/i]. He wanted to at least be in distance where he could actually hear him.

"I'll be taking watch with you," Varis stated in his pompous tone of speaking before crouching down, taking out his dagger and sticking it into the ground. "My name is [i]Varis[/i]. It's not [i]Virus[/i], it's not Veris, it's not Viris, it's [i]Varis.[/i]" Varis allowed for a small pause to fill. "And yours?"