Vis' kept his eyes on the fire, listening to the conversations around him and trying to pick up bits and bobs that might be useful. "tha roadth have been fairly quiet," he said, chastising himself internally about his voice, "but all it taketh ith one perthon to ruin your day." he brushed his Gand over his tattered left ear and smoothing his hair back afterwards. Vis adjusted his scarf so that it wouldn't fall off of his face, he found the missing chunk of cheek unpleasant and so would others.