Varon sat up from his bed, having been resting on the covers mostly. His eyes used what little light there were to see more clearly, before he leaned aside from his bed hearing Demetri on the move. Silently, he lifted up his rapier moving after the others.<strong>"What is this? Its not everyday I get called out as 'the elf' afterall."</strong>His masterwork blade was slim compared to what Demetri held, but the elf had practiced using the slender blade and its sharp point was good at delivering some very dangerous stabs, a point she figured the captain and whoever he might be with should know. If this was going to be trouble, the elf was more than ready to deal with it.<br/><br/>He was wearing his pants still, but his shirt, coat, hat and mithril chain were unfortunately resting still on his belongings near the bed. He wasn't quite that comfortable with the mithril to wear it to bed too.<br/><br/><strong>"I swear, every time I have a nice sweet dream about some sexy lasses.."</strong>He muttered, rapier held still at ready, his pants showing the rise the dream had gotten out of him too. Though some argued elves did not sleep, Varon figured it was either some elven talent taught to elven children when they grew up among elves, or it was just superstition by others. He didn't need as<em>much</em>sleep sometimes, but that could just be his rogue training to get by with less.