Irene
**I think I'm enjoying this.**

*Talia liked her conversation with this dunmer, even if a part of his persona made Talia question her own sanity for being brave enough to engage with him this long. He was too old, too experienced to be bested in verbal combat. An immovable object of sorts. Anything Talia said bounced off Varis' walls to her, which she caught and threw back at his walls in turn."

"Your home does indeed sound beautiful in its own way as well, although I admit to not knowing as much about it as I'd like. My people are... Not as accepting of elvenkind as the Nords are due to our quarrels with a - different power." *Talia didn't need to finish the phrase properly.*

"As for the people they once were, I also would not underestimate their memory. From what I have heard of their somewhat recent Civil War, I do believe a reclamation of sorts has begun. I would not find myself very surprised if one day the northern race of men finds themselves living up to thei ancient heritage."

*Talia swivels her head away from Varis, looking around as they got closer to what Talia assumed to be their destination. Tilting her head slightly, she picks up her dress as she steps over some uneven cobbelstones and lets go before she asks,* "My goodness, have we nearly arrived? I did not believe a walk through Solitude could feel so quick." *She looks over to the door of the inn where two men clad in steel and leather armor exit the hall conversing with one another as they strolled in the direction of one of the guard's quarters. Indeed, warriors were never far removed from Skyrim's populace.*

"Tell me, Varis, how might I find you again?"
Ray
The wizard raised an eyebrow as Talia provided a bit of enlightenment toward her culture's dealings with elvenkind. Varis' lips curled into a slight grin, as he considered the Thalmor. They were on Port Telvannis, but were treated like scum. One might imagine that the Telvanni, superiority incarnate, would appreciate the words of the Altmer. Though, what rights do Aedric loving fanatical fascists have to express their blistering nonsense in the presence of true intellectuals? 

He had to be honest to himself, in his eyes, Talia had become exceptionally more interesting. He knew she as from Hammerfell, but her quip about the Aldmeri Dominion was certainly a boost for his interest in her as an individual. Though, her tone was... Ambivalent. Was she truly with her people, regarding the Dominion, or was she in Skyrim specifically to get closer to them? Perhaps receive an invitation from Elenwen herself? 

Then, she educated him on a rather optimistic pursuit of the Nordic peoples. Varis raised his chin, his eyebrows piqued as he listened. A hand clasped the hemn of his robes as he fingered it idly, his eyes shifting to the side as he witnessed a veteran beggar lazily muttering to himself in a corner. Some indignant soldier from said Civil War, whose presence had become as much of a hinderance as an annoyance to the populace. 

"Hm. I look forward to such a revival's outcome."

His head shifted as she expressed her surprise at such a brief walk. Varis' eyebrows furrowed a tad. Was she simply being polite? They had walked quite a long while, or perhaps, she anticipated a profitable friendship with him by appeasing his ego? By incinuating that his presence was so delightful that it made time pass by quicker than it would with another?

Varis smirked a little. "I will typically be anywhere in the city, or the docks. Perhaps, even, the Blue Palace. Maybe the Castle Dour, it's all quite relative to the day to day tasks I have planned for myself. Though, should you ever need me for anything, *Magically related*, do not hesitate to ask for me," He gestured toward the Winking Skeever's doors, as they shut behind the warriors, shutting off the sound of babbling reverly inside. "Perhaps you'll even see me whisked away by the guards when I get caught for accidentally Levitating." 

A smirk formed. "Possibly."
Daniel
"Varis, I don't think Heija will be allowed inside."
Ray
"Hmm... Very well," He turned toward Heija, walked toward her and Teejun, made a few hand motions, conjured a few blinking lights about swirling runes and glyphs emenating from his hands, and placed his hands on the suitcases and bags the two were carrying.

A guard nearby was ready to shout at Varis, until he saw the Daedric pack-mule vanish, and Teejun straighten his back, as if he were carrying cases of feathers.

"Be quick, I believe those enchantments will last about two minutes. Just set them inside the room, I'll sort everything out. Get yourself something tasty, while you're inside."
Daniel
He nodded, "Will do!" He picked up the suitcases that Heija had been carrying and walked at breakneck speed into the Tavern.
Ray
Toward Branora, he said, "Go with him, please. No need to have the tavern owner think he's a thief. The last thing I need is to bail him out of another prison..." He said that last part to himself, but at the same volume.
Sophia
"Uh, sure, will do, Lord Varis!" She spun on her heels and rushed on after Teejun.
Ray
Finally, back to Talia, he said, "I take it you're too busy to share one of these, eh, *Meads*? I've heard such lovely news about these substances, but never managed to work up the appetite for one." He glanced around. "Though, where better to have a sip?"