Vata shot a strange look at Twain. Apparently they were in some region called [i]Russia[/i], which sounds nothing like any of the names he's heard for the nations in the North. With each passing moment, his suspicion that they had been transported to some alternate physical plane seemed more and more likely.

Vata shrugged before he answered Twain's questions.
"I have never heard of...Russia, and I have never experienced any bouts of amnesia. I would welcome any offer of shelter, I for one do not wish to be in this wretched place any longer."

A moment after he said that, he heard a low rumble that gradually increased in volume until a deafening roar tore through the air. Vata flinched and started frantically looking around for the source of the noise, before turning back to Twain, quite visibly unnerved.

"Spirits preserve me, what was that? As if the cold was not reason enough to be rid of this place..."