Varius looked over shoulder when he heard it was time to go, he'd finish the apple as he followed the group that began to move out. His boots clicked against stone, following close behind the group when they were now outside marching to the gates, boots now crackling under. "We are a sizeable group, even if they know we're coming, we have the numbers to drive them back. Even if the undead are organized, they are still shambling corpses." Varius spoke once he fully reached the front amongst the others, his stride sliding with the contour of the snow along the ground, as he kept his gaze forth even as it grew dark, he remained close to those with torches and light.