What's in a name?

"Where the hell did he go?" Balar snarled. His eyes were on Varan and they were not friendly.

Varan slipped the pretty vial carefully into her bag, and scowled at the harsh look from Balar. “Burns and ashes, hell if I know. Maybe to hell?" She gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I don’t know where he came from or went to. But I know he was pretty set on some wolves being killed. I’m grateful to lend a hand, or at least some claws." She extended shadowy black ice claws for emphasis before turning her attention to the Dwarf. "It’s nice to meet you, Dim.” she told the dwarf. “The dark elf Luna calls me half breed. It’s as good a name as any.”

“Oh come now no reason to be stingy. You know most of our names, don’t I get to know at least?” Olin asked with a smirk knowing full well the girl seemed more sensitive to his aura. A lifetime of manipulating people to get his way didn’t leave overnight!

“Varan.” She replied, her defenses spontaneously combusting. “Kith of the ice and man, hunter of giants.”

“See Varan that wasn’t so hard.” The dark haired Skratti said with a wry smile.

What was it about him? Varan's skin shivered as her pulse quickened and her eyes greedily drank him in. Somewhere in the back of her head she remembered something about fighting wolves and shards of silver.