The words sank into Varon heavily. Assassination. Here, after they had arrived. He was being trained for an assassin's life before, he could not deny that, he just preferred to end a monster's life rather than a person's life, though. Varon narrowed his eyes and sighed heavily, looking at Demetri and then at the captain.<strong>"If you check with the inn staff, you will quickly learn that at least I have been far too busy occupying the maids time with strutting around naked earlier, and then eating in the public area with my friends, to have been upto trouble. I suppose that doesn't really convince you though, so hold your horses a while, if you would, and we'll get ready."</strong>He cast a look at Demetri, then moving back and casually starting to put his clothes back on. Sliding the long mithril shirt back in place, tucking it in his pants too, and slipping on the rest of his clothes. The dagger strap he attached his back to the door, not wanting to show it to the guards. Rapier in its sheath at his side, he walked back to the doorway.<br/><br/><strong>"Get ready my friend."</strong>He nod at Demetri.<strong>"I'll wait with the folks here."</strong>He wasn't particularily happy at this turn of events, but he was also playing it for abit of time. Demetri could get armored and geared up, and they'd seem to be co-operating. If Demetri wanted to make a fight out of it, Varon would play along, or be gone. If Demetri fled, Varon might slip from the guards later. Probably, at least. He might need a distraction, he thought, but that was not so bad.<br/><br/><strong>"Can I ask who it is who has died though?"</strong>Varon spoke casually.<strong>"Usually its good to look for someone who might have a grudge against a dead person afterall. We're new here, and don't know anyone, so it seems a bit harsh to suspect us, but I suppose an adventurer is suspect here unless proven otherwise?"</strong>