Varis frowned as he listened to the suggestions. Dwarves were folk he had very little experience with. And what he did have, wasn't a particularly shining example on either side. He didn't want to go digging around in their tunnels in mountains if he didn't have to. He much preferred having the sky in sight whenever he could observe it. Even if the lady of light no longer graced it as prominently as she once did. But when Evelynn mentioned the masked mage, his eyes narrowed. He was sure he had never mentioned those rumors, he'd never been there to substantiate anything that he'd heard. What he did know was from other travelers. It was a greed that there was indeed only one structure on that island, so massive that it was visible from the seas around it. And often that meant a very ancient and powerful magic user.<br/><br/>"Vysh'an Faern'a(Power mad masters of magic)...." he cursed softly in his native tongue.<br/><br/>He had never met an arcane master he enjoyed being around. Some he tolerated, some he had come to agree with. But to him, the act of learning the vile arts of the demons was a sacrilege. It was a sin against the highest powers to draw upon the devils below. That's what he'd been raised to believe, and still did to this day. But even now, while the lines blurred, he didn't like the idea. But in times like these they didn't have a choice.<br/><br/>"Ledon Island is dangerous.... You want us taking Aria there?" he asked, his eyes looking to Evelynn. "I would gladly give my life to protect her, but against someone like that, she might still die in the process."