<div style="text-align: left;">(http://s21.postimg.org/vky934kl3/ranger.jpg)<br/>Varis Galanodel (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90899)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inspiration</div></div></div><br/>Varis hadn't let much of the night get to him. He was wise in the ways of the world, careful not to drink too much. Instead he paced himself, and was happy to place small bets with some of the others. When the dice had been broken out he had gladly taken to the game with the Jarl as they told stories. Creatures slain, friends lost in glorious battle, and so on. Not many of them were personal experiences but since his first encounter with his old barbarian friend, Donovan, he had taken many lessons to heart. And these people seemed to share Donovan's heritage so he laughed and happily told stories in the same way he'd entertained his friend in the past.<br/><br/>When Aria slid into his lap, however, he became uncomfortable. Not that the girl wasn't desirable, she truly was. He wanted her more than he was willing to admit. But he also knew that she was a priestess of the light, and that meant she needed to be pure. And he didn't dare be the one that caused the last flickers of light to extinguish from the land. Not that he hadn't gotten handsy either. He'd been a little tipsy and had even kissed the girl's neck. He'd felt the girl up, and had been caressing her breasts, when Dae had bit him on the ankle. It hadn't been enough to hurt, just bring him back to where he was.<br/><br/>But she'd brought him luck. Blowing on his dice he had managed to make some money, against the Jarl, though Evelyn had tried to do the same to the local leader. To disastrous results. Her purse had sadly been used, and lost to another roller. Thankfully Varis had withdrawn from the games to put Aria to bed, by then.<br/><br/>The door to the room with the young women opened slowly, and a furry form padded in. Dae lead the way, moving over to Aria slowly and nuzzling up against the girl, trying to comfort her as Varis stood in the doorway. He stood there patiently, bow strung over his back, and swords on his hips. He carried a tray with him and set it down on a small table. He poured water into two glasses and brought them to the women, smirking at them. He tried his best to remain quiet, knowing their heads probably really hurt.