Varres remembered when he was but a boy and he had crept up on his father while he was taking a break from his forge, crafting blades for the Silvermoon military. Varres was supposed to be bringing his father his lunch, but instead the simple meal sat some distance behind him and the young Varres stalked up on his unsuspecting father.<i>He’ll never hear me coming. His ears have been dulled by the constant ring of hammers. </i><br/><br/>In a crouch, young Varrres tensed to spring, only to gawk as, without turning his head, his father reached back and grasped him by the front of his tunic. Muscles like steel yanked him forward like he was made of parchment and slammed him down on his back in front of his dear old dad who couldn’t possibly have heard him sneaking up behind him. The ringing of the hammer and all that.<br/><br/>Gasping for breath, eyes wide as the moon Varres gaped at his father who gazed down upon him with a look of cool reproach, only moments later to have a indulgent smile split his lips as he released his grip on his son and sat back up. Varres crab-walked back and sat only when he was sure he was out of range of his father’s dragon-strong grip.<br/>“ How did I know you were there? “ he asked, flicking his sweat-curled locks back from his fire-reddened brow.<br/><br/>“ You heard me… “ Varres pouted, picking up a stone and tossing it desultorily off to the side.<br/><br/>“ No, you’re getting quite good at creeping around, Varres. You’ll make a fine scout one day. “<br/><br/>“ Then…you smelled me, “ Varres guessed after twisting his lips around, pondering.<br/>Again, his father shook his head. “ No. You were downwind like you planned, watching the way  the smoke curled from the chimney no doubt. “<br/><br/>Flustered, Varres finally gave up with a huff. “ I dunno. “<br/><br/>Taking a pull from a clay water jug his father chuckled at what no doubt must have been a thoroughly miserable-looking young boy.<br/>“ Because I<i> know</i>you, Varres. You behaved the way I expected you to. This is hardly the first time you’ve tried this, and I know your mother is punctual with the meals so I knew you were coming, so I combined the two and here you sit, defeated by yourself. If you do what you are expected to do, it doesn’t matter how good you are at sneaking, or bluffing, or chess. Your opponent will see it coming. Now, how about you grab that lunch you were supposed to bring me and we’ll eat it together, hmm? “<br/><br/>Brightening, Varres nodded and clambered to his feet, armed with the knowledge that someday, someday, this wisdom that his father passed down to him on this summer’s day would help him win.<br/><br/>“ Thanks dad, “ Varres wheezed, his back exploding with pain as, like that day many years passed, someone stronger than him predicted what he was going to do and promptly pinned him to the ground for his troubles. The similarities to that day and this ended when a large set of green tits wobbled into view, forcibly occupying most of it.<br/><br/>“You honestly think I’m going to fight fair, after all the tricks you’ve pulled on me in the past? We’re rogues you pointed eared fool.”<br/><br/>“ Quite right, “ the blood elf conceded. Lying there for a several moments, all the while ignoring the image of a younger him shaking his head in disappointment, assessing the pressure on his body, Varres acted, lashing up with one of his knees to shift Haruna forward so that he could use the other leg to try and roll her off of him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>