[h2]Varian Sigmund - On the Road to Curilan, Ethora[/h2]

Varian snorted slightly at Edon's confident pace down the road. Varian admired confidence, but he also knew such confidence and boldness could lead to arrogance, and arrogance could get people killed. The Highman didn't think Edon was the type to let arrogance get the best of him, but he noted the man's reaction nonetheless. Though, he didn't much physically respond to it beyond his smirk.

Toward his new orc companion, he was more forthcoming. After the orc had finished, the Highman turned to him as they continued walking. "I didn't choose Edon to deal with any archers because he could 'take a hit,'" he explained matter-of-factly, though it appeared to be almost cold, even if unintentional. "I did it because he's fit and quick. He could get to an archer and use his knife or sword to take him out before the archer could see it coming," Varian gestured around the orc, including his animals and his weapons. "You've got too much going over here to pull that off, and Drostan's spear as a second option in case Edon fucks it up."

Varian then shook his head and cracked his neck. The pain from the front of his head was subsiding, as he believed any hangover he had was now passing. "And we can't knock the walls down on them. The point of the mission is to get the girl. If we kill the girl, we don't get paid. I don't know about you, orc the zookeeper," he commented, referring back to the way the orc had previously referred to him. Quite honestly, Varian enjoyed the title. It was probably one of the better names he was called. He continued, "but I want to get paid. We'll have to go inside the fort, gut anyone we see in our way, get fat man's girl, and get out." The Highman had adjusted his axes on his back, making sure they were secure before he turned forward again, ready to begin their journey.