Spoiler"Varisians..." the guard sighs, arms folded unsympathetically across his chest. "Look, boy, have the decency not to get dead drunk before noon. But if it'll get you out of my face, Lancet is in North Point." He extends and arm, pointing a gloved hand to indicate your route. "Now shove off. And don't go picking any pockets on your way there; we know you lot."