The cold wind whipped at your face as your drove your sparrow through the icy snowscape of Europa to the old communication station where Variks resided. You helped him every now and again-- you help him and he helps you in turn. As you walk through the heavy doors, he immediately shifts his eyes towards you with an insect-like click. He leans a bit more on his spear, using it to help him stand taller.

"Ah, Guardian... I know you. I know your… smell." He pauses and tilts his head with an insect-like chatter that practically echoes in the quiet room. "What brings you to Variks this time, friend?"