Eric walks through, without comment this time.

Ah, this takes him back. The frigid wind, the way the snow cuts your face.

There doesn't seem to be any enemies here. If course, one might consider the vast, icy land stretching out in front of them, the gloomy sky above, yes the wind, and the sleet, and the snow enemies on their own.

He looks back. "I hope you enjoy the cold?"