It's been a miserable few days camped out on the ice and snow. Alacruun's managed to keep himself distracted by learning about the people he's stuck with. Not out of any genuine affection, of course, more for the future and to keep himself from going insane. He needs something to think about, to turn over in his head. Of course, he's used to having long periods with nothing to do but be stuck in his own head.

Maybe that's part of his problem, honestly.

Still, he is not prone to self-reflection. And he's had enough to do - helping to collect food, fighting off the occasional demon that comes wandering through the rift. There's little else to do besides, but when they realize that yes, someone is coming, it's an intense relief. He won't have to eat frozen corpses or try to find his own way out of this desert. There is something out there that isn't snow and ice. This isn't the elemental plane of cold.

Not that he lets any of that relief show. Instead, he's standing in the snow, blanket wrapped around him and examining the newcomers as they come in to their makeshift camp.

"You certainly took your time," he says to the first newcomer who gets anywhere close to him. The glint of a smile adds a touch of teasing to it - or menace, depending on who you ask.