Varliss was dressed modestly. He was almost always dressed modestly, which no one thought was very fun. He had with him his pistol, as always, and all of his gear. For some reason he held close to Arianna, which was a bit abnormal. He generally preferred not to draw the ire of the bartender, nor even draw her attention, but today he was following almost at her heels.<br/><br/>At the offer of a drink, he asked only for water, and in a half joking manner requested it without poison. It was hard to tell when he was joking. He usually wasn't, but tried to play some things off as if he were. The nervous sort, it would surprise few if he seriously thought everyone would bring him poisoned drink if he didn't state he wanted it otherwise. A few had, and he'd barely survived it. Rumor had it that his joining the guild was the result of such an act, being drugged, drug, or otherwise coerced into joining. While the girls observed the bookshelves, Varliss observed them. After all, books would be there, but flesh sagged and wrinkled with age. Better to enjoy it in the moment and wait for one's winter years for the reading of books.