Varran had had his more than fair share of rough tumbles - were they down cliffsides or earthy slopes whilst escaping from over-eager lawmen and people he had... liberated property from - or as it may have been, between soft sheets with equally over-eager ladyfolk... Either way, he knew enough to relax the right set of muscles and tense the others so as to correct and control his fall, ending up hurting himself not at all - aside from an unavoidable scratch on one unclad shoulder, but that hardly mattered - as he landed on the hard floor.<br/><br/>Brushing some dust from his skin, the elf stood up, peering around, his ears twitching at the ominous sound of marching feet. With a little frown, he made his way to the archway, seeking a dead spot where he couldn't be seen by who- or whatever was coming.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>