[ Varian is no stranger to bloodshed. Growing up he was surrounded by it, from the moment his father was murdered in front of him until current days where the Alliance struggled against the Horde and others. Death is not unknown to him, so when the large human walks into the meeting area to see outright carnage his only reaction is a frown, a hand moving to the hilt of his sword. Whatever happened here was quick and violent from the looks of things though he's certainly not going to let his guard down. This place has been bad news from the moment he set unwilling foot in it. There had been the hope he would get some answers at this meeting, be able to make his demands and warn those responsible that they needed to send him back immediately. Now it seems like he won't get that opportunity and the frown on Varian's face deepens to a scowl.]

A crass way to send a message.

[ He takes a quick moment to glance over the nearest body, noting the way the scarf is soaked with blood. The smell of death is strong already and if the refreshments had been tempting at any point they sure aren't now; not when they're more than likely covered with who knows what.

The sudden noise behind Varian has him whirling around, large two-handed sword drawn and ready to take a swing when he realizes just what it is; the girl from before, mangled but recognisable. He's already glancing upwards to try and catch sight of whatever dropped her but nothing stands out and all Varian can do is lower his sword slightly and wonder at what's going on just like everyone else.]

They should have just used parchment instead of senseless killing. Not that I expected more from those who drag people into such things so easily...

[ He's talking to himself and anyone who's listened, though should anyone sneak up behind him Varian is definitely going to be answering with his guard and sword up again.]