A spike of adrenaline shot through Varres’s core as those words drifted towards his ears from slightly upriver. It wasn’t the way they were delivered, full of genuine relief, but the fact that the blood elf had completely missed Haruna’s presence. Chastising himself for being so lax with her on the prowl the elf’s eyes sought out the source of the words, taking a few steps to see past a leafy shrub to spot more of that healthy green color currently sitting in the shallow water. Varres’s mouth gaped slightly, disbelieving that not only had they completely missed each other’s presence, that the orcess had apparently completely disrobed, her breasts hanging from her broad chest like a pair of un-husked coconuts, and about as large. His gaze flicking over to the small bundle of clothing resting on the shore behind her a perfectly wicked plan leapt to the fore of his mind. Advantage, Varres.<br/>Moving noiselessly over the fine tawny sand and keeping to the ample shade cast over the area by the swaying palms the sin’dorei rogue crept forward, his gaze switching between where Haruna sat unaware and her clothing and weapons. Even naked and weaponless she would be a fearsome opponent, especially when enraged by a certain blood elf stealing her clothes.<br/><br/>Crouched down over the pile, still grinning, he gathered up the leather, warm from a mixture of her body heat and the desert sun, and clutched them to his chest. Rising smoothly to a stand his eyes once again caught on the sight of her bare, unguarded back, the few pale scars from those who had managed to get behind her, the play of sharply defined muscle as she massaged her foot. Varres’s eyes suddenly widened then as he spied a long, dark shape just beneath the water’s surface cruising directly towards the orcess, the scales along its back leaving small, contrary ripples in the undulating surface of the green-blue water.<br/>“ Crocolisk! “ Varres shouted, absurdly still clutching her belongings to his chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>