[hider=Varis' Cursing]"SON."

"OF."

"A."

"GOD."

"DAMNED."

"MOTHER."

"EFFING."

"ELF."[/hider]

Varis screamed out in pure and utter rage before grabbing one of the bars of the cage and pulling on it in a useless attempt to perhaps tear it apart. More or less, he did this out of rage -- in an effort to subside his rage. He was angry -- pissed off. He wanted to kick someone, wanted to beat something or someone into submission in an effort to stop being angry.

"ONE MISSION," Varis screamed out, referencing the original reason why he was in a god damned desert, but to others it would seem as if he was referencing the group's mission that was given out by the mage.

And then it hit him. It hit him faster than a brick thrown by an elf. 

That damned mage had led them here. Whether or not he knew this was going to happen, the mage had led them here. The mage had gotten him stuck in this god damned cage. This was the mage's fault, this was the [i]god damned mage's fault.[/i] Varis screamed once more before finally slinking down, raising his hands up to his eyes. He wasn't exactly sad, nor was he crying. More or less, he was angry for his stupid naivety, for his stupid willingness to want to go with this damned group, for his idiocy.

For his wants.

"God damn it..."  

For some odd reason, he had wanted to go on this mission. For some odd reason, he had wanted to be with other people -- random strangers that he didn't know. For some odd reason, after so many years of killing innocents for hire, he wanted to go adventure off with some odd, dysfunctional group of hell.

As he thought of the group, something came to mind. He quickly shot up, trying to find his allies as his eyes darted around the room. Trying to find [i]her[/i].