Varrestian Summerdawn adjusted the wide-brimmed hat of black felt atop his head and glanced up at the unforgiving desert sun. Sin'dorei such as himself loved the sun, practically worshiped it, but he had to admit there were times where you really could have too much of a good thing. At least, he remarked inwardly as he took another sip of his thick black kawphi and stretched his long legs, he wasn't scrambling across the desert killing hyenas (even if they did deserve to die!) or collecting dusty idols. No, instead he got himself a straight forward job with The Reliquary. Varres noted the wandering eyes of the waiter and set his cup and saucer over the folded map on the wrought-iron table. The darkly-tanned human got the message and continued to bus the other tables. Varres had to be careful; information like the location of a rare titan artifact could sell quite highly to the right buyer, while others might be willing to strong-arm, even kill, to acquire it.<br/><br/>Affected by a fit of paranoia from the flow of his thoughts the blood elf swept his gaze up and down the dusty Ramkahen street, amber eyes so light in color they could be mistaken for gold fixing on several passer-bys before dismissing them as threats. Even with Alliance walking the ancient city’s streets no one was paying undue attention to him. Just another patron of one of the new street-side cafes that sprung up to serve the rush of outsiders that had descended on the recently rediscovered desert kingdom. A pair of the tol’vir stalked down the street, the smaller bipeds moving aside in deference not only to their imposing size but to their position of city guard. Fearsome halberds clutched in thick fingered, clawed hands the tol’vir on the right passed his gaze over Varres, his disdain for so many of these foreigners in his city clear in the set of his jaw, the hard gaze. The sin’dorei merely touched the rim of his hat in a salute paired with a thin smile, one that could be construed as polite or condescending depending on the mood of the viewer. The loud snort from the tol’vir told Varres it was the latter.<br/><br/>With a sigh Varres slowly lifted his wiry frame from the chair and left several silver on the table with a muted clink, making sure not to catch the filigree hilt of his rapier on the chair’s arm rests. Picking up the map, he folded it and tucked it under his broad belt, glancing up just in time for his eyes to pick out a particular figure amongst the ambling pedestrians. His almond eyes narrowed, calculating. Her being here changed everything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>