He waited, and to a degree he could sense the elf's frustration at not being able to communicate what he'd like. The feeling was mutual there, except in a different regards as Varos hated being a burden, but they'd get through it some way or another. He was touched that a stranger was so willing to do his best for him.

More or less getting the idea as he felt Lerith's thin hand in his own, not bony but slender-fingered one, Varos nodded. Not often that new people arrived. Well, that explained why it was so empty. He hesitated at the next question, laughing once. "Yeah. Not very convenient around a place like this," he said. "How many others are there? Do you know?"