Varliss, in halfling guise still, smiled and offered in an entirely sober voice,<strong>"As you wish. Do tell Alanna I will be here at last light on the morrow. Outside of course, to respect your wishes."</strong>A wicked grin spread across his features and he departed, careful to watch his back, front, sides, and above himself just for good measure. It doesn't look quite so awkward as it sounds, and he is soon safely (we hope) out the door. In a nearby alley or dark corner the disguise is discarded, he stands up straighter, his veil fading from his person and Varliss emerging once more. He waited to see another customer entering the guild and quickly incanted a spell to make himself invisible, slipping in behind the other man.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i43.tinypic.com/x29do3.jpg)</div>The elf was still on the smallish side, it aided his disguises as members of other small races, or even as humans. People rarely notice the smaller members of their own races except when it's time to ridicule. White hair and a pair of eyes which seemed to vary between green and blue on their own accord rounded out a face which might be considered handsome if it weren't generally in a look of concern, fear, or concentration. When he appeared it was from the kitchen, though he  hadn't been there and no one would have seen him until he chose to be seen. He nodded gamely to the others and tried to fake a smile as he walked behind the bar to Arianna. He sounded like himself again, a timid and shaky voice if ever one had been heard. Point of fact, on more raucous nights it was difficult to hear at all.<strong>"Is... is everything okay? I heard... well I don't know what I heard, but it sounded angry."</strong>Varliss looked almost childlike, the innocence of a certain degree of youth. He wasn't yet at his quasquicentennial. He was a veritable child in the eyes of his people, and having spent most of his time at study or in craft he wasn't inured to the way of the world and its peoples.  He could only look more pathetic if he was actively hiding behind Arianna's skirts, but he wasn't quite small enough for that. The idea occurred to him though, and he placed it in a box to remember later.<br/><br/>Despite his timid nature, a gun was at his side, an honest to goodness flintlock pistol with a serpent carved ornately at the mouth, as if what issued forth were venom rather than steel or iron. No armor was evident, but he wore enough magical gear to outfit a party rather than one lowly being. As well he should, he made the stuff.<strong>"Is there something I could... do? Or..."</strong>He trailed off, a rather pathetic sight, to be certain. How he'd ever come into the guild was not clear to him, he seemed to recall being yelled at and dragged.