It seemed that some of the group was horrible unprepared for the journey. One girl hadn't read the book, the twins were just here on orders, probably some kind of treasure hunters or something. Galant made a mental note to watch out for them. If there was a treasure at the end, it belonged with intellects who could study it and find out what it is. Not in the collection of someone who wouldn't appreciate it for anything but it's looks. As he looked at the twins, for a moment his smile dropped, revealing a dangerous and hostile look. Before the smile quickly took it's place again. Out of all of them people here, they would be the ones he kept an eye on the most.

The overly friendly, and probably soon dead, boy asked about why everyone was here. Also making mentions to the cold. "This cold is nothing. Wait until a blizzard hits." He stated, making sure everyone heard him. "But anyway, I'm here seeking knowledge. Let's say magic has always been a fascinating subject to me." It wouldn't be smart to reveal everything right away. If they were going to be travelling together, they'd find out that he was a mage soon enough. Elemental magic would certainly find itself to be very useful out in the wilds. Fire to warm them up, Light to cut through the darkness, even Ice to keep blizzards at bay.

Another arrived shortly after. A man who's appearance screamed unprepared. What was with all these people who were unprepared? They were going into the wilds of Gris, without proper plans or even equipment. The only question Galant had was, who was going to die first? "Fools." He muttered under his breath, not giving the newcomer a second glance. In the spirit of true Gris hospitality. He wouldn't be finding hot cinder and kind faces here. The people were as cold as the weather.