Varius heard the horns, could feel the air shift around the city. His eyes locked on the outskirts that surround them. His hand reached for his helmet as he began to place it on his head. He didn't quiver but he knew they'd need to pool where needed. "[color=ed1c24]Sir Nakamura, are there civilians alive and being held somewhere? Other than this Hall? The importance is making sure their survival, even if we fail the buildings we won't fail the people. If things get worse we can make a route for survivors. I'll put my life on the line to make sure your people get out safely.[/color]" Varius spoke on, his eyes held high with determination even with his self doubt if being here was a good idea, he wasn't going to let his fear get in the way of making sure people were safe. Varius stood up from his chair, as he looked out to the West seeing the fog rolling in now, the smell of death and decay made him shudder, but he didn't recoil or cover his nose. The familiar scent of death wafting over him, even if that death was walking, he wasn't afraid of what's to come but what was around him in close proximity as he rested firm on the window Sill staring out into the fog, seeing shadows dancing, yet he could barely make them out if living or undead.