"[i]I don't think we got to show off our skills to well,... lets show this dread lord what we can do.[/i]" Varis meekly stared at Vivian as he stood in his now unlocked cage before slightly nodded and jogging over to their equipment. As he scanned through the pile, he noticed his dagger was gone. Having no idea where it was, perhaps stolen by some unholy, dead gnoll or perhaps one of his team mates accidentally took it from him, he grabbed his short sword and scanned for a similar looking weapon before his eyes finally settled on a similar sword with similar proportions. Varis backed away from the pile and began to swing the other short sword, making sure it was well balanced before finally nodding to himself.

Slowly, he turned towards the doorway where his allies had all run into, watching them as they fought hard to rescue their dear ally. At this point, Varis had no idea whether to fight or to escape -- something he probably would have done if he was the Varis from two days ago. He had no idea whether he would actually be [i]worthy[/i] enough to fight. He was... afraid. Afraid of failing, afraid of not being able to make it in time. He had thought he was invincible, he had thought he was the [i]best god damned assassin[/i] in the whole world... and he failed.

In other words, Varis turned into nothing less than a wuss.