Susan
As his senses come back to him renewed, he moves his arm out to as far as his joints would allow, observing it as though it were some kind of incredible miracle that he could once again. Given this, he would have likely also checked his ears were they not under the helmet.

He rests his new-found vision on the strange object in the corner, covered somewhat unhelpfully by the tarp, yet refuses to go near it. That would be rude.

Regardless, the man continues to speak; "I'm not a knight, I am The Rook." He corrects, attempting to be helpful in some way no matter how stupid an outburst.

He raises a finger, likely to interject and say something else stupid, yet is cut off by the continued ramblings of the man, which causes him to attempt a "S-" Before closing his mouth again.

With all the terms being thrown around, The Rook has *Absolutely no idea* What this poor distraught civilian is talking about. Once the rant is done, he opens again with his previously intended words. "I am sorry," Before bowing his head and following up. "I have no idea what you're talking about. A witness, a zyphr.. An 'Exile'..."

Well, that last one is technically true...

But, there's a mention of two others, confirming that he had heard an actual conversation earlier.

"I don't know what any of those words mean except for exile. I'm.. Sorry." He pats down his armor, trying to find a small purse attached at his belt where he then withdraws a single golden coin and palms it, trying to hold it out to the anxious homeowner.

*Compensating means paying, right?* He had heard Talitha talk about compensation before..
Guadalupe
Dizzy stumbles through the midst of the foreign territory that was the village would scarce allow Cumhall to find his way to any sight of shelter. The world around him was incredibly hushed, nearly every sound snuffed by both the snow and some sort of dense, illusory presence which clung to each and every corner of the village, and further adversely *Darkened.* It was dark, darker beyond what the eye could see without assistance, as if the full moon overhead had its luminosity sapped the moment he stepped foot into the settlement's borders — an obscuring haze blocked both his and his drone's sightlines beyond about five meters in any given direction, and even that which he *Could* Still see was shrouded in a haze of nebulosity which made all things seem to be blurred in some sort of all-encompassing shadow.

He would not swiftly find the shelter that he sought, yet his progression through the village would, eventually, lead him *Somewhere.* Pacing across the stone path, forward, further into the vague darkness, he saw nothing about him — then, in an instant, *Everything* About him. To his left, right, and directly ahead of himself, there were walls, flanking him on each side beside his immediate rear. 

In the all-obscuring darkness, he could not tell if they were no more than barriers — fortifications, fences, or obstacles generally of that nature — or the walls of buildings. The shrouded nature of the village only seemed to grow with every passing moment, and, even in the ever-present silence, he felt as though he was being *Followed.* Approaching the walls could very well grant him a better understanding of what they were, but also would serve to corner him further in the dead-end that he had found.

||*`Clatter.`*||

*An ever-present shroud of darkness and silence.*
The once clear-and-open sights of residencies and architecture construed of an ashen-hue wood would be replaced with vague forms of towering shadows. Where one would typically hear the ring of silver chimes and the bustle of the commonfolk, one only heard the deafening silence of the snowfield. Where one would usually see the stream, flowing freely with water of distant snow-melt, one only found a vein of solid, frozen ice, channeling through the center of the stagnant village.

It was eerie. And, further, *Obfuscating;* They could hardly catch sight of what *Buildings* Were in the village, much less the presence of any *Individual people.* Finding the other outsiders would be no easy task...

The path forward and beyond the settlement persists, yet those that delve further into its midst — westward, unto the forest, and eastward, unto the distant and undisturbed housings — hazed, the conclusion of either detour growing obscured in the sudden dark and silence of the village.
Dominique
As Abstral lowered himself to the ground as they arrived within the village, he kept his eyes open and his ears sharp.

Not that they were met by anything less than darkness and silence. This place seemed empty, lifeless, dead. There *Were* People living here, right?

He set his gaze towards both the **Forest** And **The distant houses cloaked in shadow**.

Abstral turned to the others. 

```"Would splitting up help? Since, as you said, I can blend in, I can search the houses, maybe gleam information on the whereabouts of the others from the locals, while you and Kuouo search the forest?"```