Galant lifted his eyes from his book just long enough to glance at the newly arriving people. That was a good thing about the snow, the crunching of it under ones feet made it hard for people to sneak up on them. It was part of the reason why Gris has much a violent history, outright battles were actually easier than assassinations. The two women who walked up seemed to be rather cold, obviously not used to Gris' harsh weather yet. A kinder, none native, may have cast some fire magic to warm everyone up. But if they were going to survive out here, they would have to get used to it. It was for their own good that he didn't offer them a way to warm up.

The child speaking up was the next thing that tore Galant away from his book. The boy asked if anybody had read Tikkis' book. Ah yes, another reason Galant was out here, seeking knowledge from the Professor. Galant gestured to the book in his hand, which just so happened to be the one the boy asked about. "Three times, so far actually." The mage said with a smile. "You can never gain all the knowledge a book has to offer by just reading it once." It would be sad to see the boy die out in the north. But his chances survival were far lower than the rest of them. His body wasn't fully developed yet and wouldn't be as resistant to cold or injury. It almost made Galant want to protect him. But in Gris, the only person you could rely on was yourself. People may thought it harsh, but it was the truth.

The scholar noticed one of the men was watching everyone, probably assessing them. Galant knew what the man would be thinking about him. He was thin and carried nothing but a staff for a weapon, he didn't look like much. And that was why magic was so interesting. It was a hidden weapon, that people could never guess you had until you cast it at them. Then after that they had to figure out what type of magic a person used. Galant may not have looked it, but he was a tough opponent to face. After another quick glance around at the forming party, Galant returned to his book.