Variel was sitting in his observatory without much to worry about. His blade, as ever, was resting nearby him though he could summon it with a thought if the need truly arose. Dressed in fine clothing he was quite enjoying this weather. The heat was unbearable when he'd first come here but these days he had the shade of a beautiful garden to work with. Now he was resting in the shade of his plants knowing that his patron was happy to have this bastion of green in a sea of sand. An oasis of sorts crafted by the Feywild to act as a stepping stone to returning these lands to the form they deserved to be in. To a land closer to the primal greens of the world rather than the desolate wastes that they now were.<br/><br/>Brushing back his dark hair he took note of the length of it. Perhaps in his previous home he would have cut it but here it reached to his shoulders and he felt no such problems. Cleanshaven otherwise his features were both naturally and unnaturally graceful. As part of his pact with the Feywild, or so he chose to believe, his already charming appearance with green eyes and muscular frame seemed to radiate some kind of aura. If not literally than in the sense that his presence was oft noted when he entered a room. He watched faces turn when he walked in these days and because of more than just his wealth though the coin helped. As it was he had a few servants to tend to the place and a slave of his own. It was Kaiyah, his slave, who burst into the room.<br/><br/>"Ah," he said with a slow smile "what is it that is so pressing Kaiyah?"<br/><br/>If, or perhaps when, she mentioned that there was an uninvited guest he would sigh and ask to be taken to them so that this might be dealt with as swiftly as possible. Whoever they were he assumed they had good reason to come to him. He would, however, pat Kaiyah's head to let her know she'd done a good job getting him as fast as she had. All things considered she looked like she'd been running to find him so that was worthy of a small reward at least.