Snippet #2450862

Varis had followed the group to the docks and had listened to the conversation between their leader and the fisherman. The Dunmer caressed his chin, leaning down to scratch his Nix hound behind the beak as he leaped onto the boat, looking back as the hound glanced at the boat, then at the water beneath it and scampered aboard.

The elf sat himself on a barrel, kicking his legs up and looking between Dar'Kirr and the scout called Shya Snowstep. Varis let his eyes form crimson slits as he kicked off and gestured for them to come closer. "You two look like scouts, which is something we'll need if we're expected to navigate this marsh, the fisherman's going to be avoiding the reeds, rocks and mudcrabs." Varis made a concentrated face as he stared at Nine-Fingers.

Varis screwed up his face. Nine-Fingers was crazier than a bag full of cats. Half of what she said made no sense, but if water was for swimming and time was getting caught in a web, did she want to go swimming? He'd only seen and heard her a few times, but the times he had talked to his grandfather's slaves back when the Red Mountain hadn't erupted had given him a slight edge over most crazies.

Swim. Webs. Quick in the dark. If that wasn't offering to scout before, it was an offer now.

"Go with the Argonian, make sure we get a warning, this is the swamps, it's crawling with trolls and other monsters, come back to the boat, we'll work as a team to take down whatever gets attracted to us first." Varis gave them a quick gesture to Nine-Fingers.

Varis leaned close and said to the two less-zany scouts. "Tell her you three are scouting ahead, got it?"

Varis bent down and gave his hound a quick pet, holding him back as the beast tried to savage his face with it's pulps. "You go with the sneakier types." Varis gestured at the three scouts and growled a quick word to follow them as the beast scampered off and dived into the water and did it's best impression of a doggy paddle.

Varis got up and walked over Bjorn and put a hand on his shoulder. "Be ready to fight at a moments notice. Dirge knows whats up in these swamps." Varis leaned over the railing. "See something interesting with that helmet of yours?"