· tartaglia sighs, turning around and glancing back at the one remaining person. he had been assigned to take a group of new recruits on a journey in a bare area of snezhnaya, but unfortunately, most of them fell to the sheer cold—all except for one. ·

"how are you holding up? are you doing okay?"

· he asked politely, hoping that the final surviver aside himself wouln't fall to the cold as well. ·