Gulo sits uncomfortably by the fire, his fingers rapping on the barrel of his musket, melek encircling him with his patchy fur and rat tail skin. looking out at the wintry roadside it still impressed him to the verity of landscape Varisia had to offer, even in it's deadened state, he wondered to himself what Varisia in the Spring looked like, thou a large part of him doubted he would live long enough to see a Varisian Spring. He glanced over to Synovia, his red eyes glinting like rubies in the firelight "Come kreigstam, sit and talk for a moment."
