Varius stood off to the side eating an apple, with a water skin in the other hand as he took a sip. Watching out the window, clearly keeping distance from the others, not out of malicious intent but of his own isolation. As he drank his water he watched movement in the smog of the world beyond him. Looking at the trees and the walls as if they would come to life with the chaos around them. Varius took another crunch of his apple as he thought [“We need to succeed so they can live, then figure out a way to save what land they have so they can grow.”]. He sighed as he turned towards the group, resting against the windowsill as he watched them eat amongst one another.