The blood elf meticulously studied the wall and floor, each pace forward measured, the almost languid movements of his body belying the flurry of calculations occurring behind his golden eyes.<i>There’s no traps here. Once she figures that out we’ll be at each other’s throats like before. How should I play this? Should I try and be smooth? No, she’s an orc, but she’s not that dim. Should I strike first? As much as dislike her interference with my work I don’t wish her dead. Come on, Varres, this isn’t like you, make a choice!</i><br/>“So….”<br/><br/>Varres glanced up past the brim of his hat, looking up into the orcess’s blue eyes, hardened like ice, her posture tense, large hands coming to rest on the leather-wrapped handles of her twin daggers.<br/>“ There appears to be no more traps, “ the sin’dorei observed slowly, folding his arms loosely across his chest, right hand open and ready to dart down and seize the grip of his rapier in the blink of an eye, lips tugging into a confident half-smile as another plan rapidly came to mind. His right hand drifted down a few more inches, towards a small pouch sewn into the inside of his belt, where a combination of rock dust and ground pepper sat. This will give me the advantage I need.<i> <br/>
That’s right, Haruna, keep focusing on my smirk….</i><br/><br/>“ You know Haruna, there’s a saying down in Silvermoon that.. ha! “ he began, interrupting himself suddenly while grabbing a pinch of the blinding powder and tossing it upwards with a flick of his arm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>