After winning his freedom, Varyx (short for Dunytharvaryxis) sold his services as a bodyguard for a while, utilizing his fighting skills that made him such a fan favourite in the pitfights of Saxaris. He was the highest paid, and usually very discerning when it came to the types of jobs he took, until he met the wide-eyed mage Rylen. Then, everything changed. The simple job of escorting the young magic caster from the floating city of Saxaris to the far northern low ruins of the ancient city Ysolis became complicated, and not just because of the mage's pretty lips and deep eyes. As they walked the narrow streets of the city that was filled with revelers and celebrations of the Bright Moon festival, he noticed the apprehension-filled looks the boy cast about, nervously biting that full lower lip. Behind him, he could hear the elf mercenary bringing them to the attention of his dwarven comrade, and glancing back Varyx saw the elf pointing at them. "Come, little one. I think it might be best if we get off the streets until everyone is sleeping their drink off. Then we shall find transport north."