"Sorry, my lady," Varo said with a shrug. He made no attempt to hide the searching looks he gave both Elaine and Larissa. With the wolf pelt claimed, there was little on hand for Elaine to cover herself with. The Bedegar heir reddened and tried to cover herself, a task made more difficult by the fact that embarrassment led to arousal for her.  "Information is a valuable commodity for my employers," the elf continued, "and I have told you what I was entrusted to impart. All I can tell you is that Lady Greymantle is a... contentious figure at the moment. Contentious enough to cause a sizeable portion of Bedegar's forces to defect—those who are on their way to join you here. Now, if you'll excuse me my lady, my task here is done." With that, Varo stepped back into the shadows and was gone, the door never moving.