Varka had been to Snezhnaya a few times. Though he wasn't as acquainted with it as the person he was traveling with. Someone who was a Fatui Harbinger, he happened to be working with for the briefest time, or even the longest. Depends on how you view it.

Here he stood under an overhang of a tavern; it was slightly cold, but the way the alcohol, bonfire, and people were loudly having fun was? This was different than what he was told, or what he had imagined Snezhnaya was like. Maybe this was just a special village?

He tilted his head and glanced down at the drink in his hand. Staring at the firewater.

"Huh..." He exhaled once, looking down in thought, taking in the culture around him. The people, and this Fatui Harbinger who was supposed to be his child... Though a complicated story. They didn't even know he was their father, just that he was the Grandmaster of Favonius, Knight of Boreas.

He glanced up and watched the bonfire dance, listening to the sound of people partying, laughing, holding their bottles of Firewater, and chanting a loud cultural song.