"I was trying to find someone. I actually I came here in hope to get some allies to get me to Solitude, but I've sorta decided that you guys are going to need all the help you can get it. It was a lost cause anyway...and what about you?"
Varian merely shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't really doing anything before this, just doing what everyone else was really. The only difference was. He wasn't scared of the vampires and their minions. He could care less about their crazed laws and their punishments. No, he fought when he needed to, but he certainly didn't enjoy it. He was just trying to stay alive in a world that had, in the space of a few years, gone to hell. The group kept walking on, with grim faces mostly but a few happy smiles shined through the darkness every once-and-a-while.
"I'm sorry, but I can't go into the town. I can explain another time, but it would be a big risk for me to just stroll on in there with you. I still want to be a part of this group, and I want to help drive the vampires out of this city. But I can't stay with you until they are driven out. I'll stay nearby, and we can make a signal for when you want me to join you. Otherwise, I'll be out here. Just let me know what you want me to do."
Varian overheard parts of a conversation led by a Nord, Amy, and Brendala, another Nord. Amy looked around five eight or nine, with red tattoos around her eyes that descended to her cheeks, then her neck. Her left hair styled in a mohawk, with a braid that touched the left side of her head. Her armour was made of fine Ebony, darker then the night and stronger then steel. She looked rather war worn, and, to Varian's eyes, not attractive in the least. He wasn't one that liked mohawks or war paint, at least not on his women.
Brendala on the other hand, looked around five feet, with short blonde hair. Her shapely body had certainly developed well, and was covered by steel plate. She looked strong but elegant, and she didn't have a mohawk. She looked like the kind of girl Varian would have fun with. She could definetly join him and Egil, that was if he could ever convince Egil he would have a good time with him.
As for the conversation itself, it was boring. It seemed to Varian that Amy was being a coward. Now along with her unappetizing appearance, she was afraid of vampires, the very thing they were supposed to be fighting. Or, more likely, she was hiding something, perhaps she was a vampire or werewolf. It wouldn't be the first time Varian had met one and it certainly wouldn't be the last. At this point however, he had no evidence and no reason to care what she was, as long as she didn't start harming people.
The group continued to walk, some talked, some were silent. It was an interesting group to say the least, one-of-a-kind. They eventually came upon a hilltop, the flowing grass rolled across in a beautiful pattern of brownish green. It was beautiful but its beauty was stunted by the lack of a sun. Varian ran up the hilltop, he saw others fall due to lack of fatigue, he saw some trip, and he saw more actually make it up the hill. He made it up the ascent rather quickly, and started undressing. Not in a perverted way, it was just how he slept. It was one of the traits he picked up from his Imperial side. After all, his body was natural and he felt no shame in showing it. He folded his clothes and placed them on a smooth rock. He kept his short sword, Cortex, near him. He wouldn't be caught unprepared in a conflict of any degree.
"We're going to need someone to take watch. Who knows what these vampires will try to do, and with as many injured people as we have, we aren't exactly a threatening force. I can take first watch, but besides that, you should assign some others. I can't exactly stay up forever."
Varian smiled to himself, he would leave the sleep deprivation to the others. As he said this Amy responded,
"I can, sleep has never exactly been my friend, so I can take watch for as long and whenever you need. I'll be over by the stream if you need me."
Varian frowned to himself, his suspicions were coming together nicely. Amy was likely a vampire or werewolf. Dagger to his throat, Varian would have to say she was a werewolf. It would take an extremely unlikely chance that she belonged to one of the rare vampire clans.
He stopped thinking of those around him, finely just letting go of his worries. Varian believed that sleep was a sacred thing, an event where you can just let go of the day's stresses and woes. He rested his head on his clothes and placed his hand on Cortex. He then closed his eyes waiting for the bliss of unconscious to envelop him in its embrace.
