Varius listened to the others talking as his feet crunched in the snow, his muscles turning red to the cold as his blood focused on keeping him warm as it circulated his system but he didn't shiver, more focused on the rotten landscape around them as they walked to Nan-Li, knowing if they even faltered on the path to their mission, how could they survive fighting the undead? He didn't speak but he constantly kept his eyes and head moving, listening for outliers beyond their party as well as figures moving within the fog.