Isaac slips down from Artax's saddle, coming to set his own two feet on the ground with a stumble. He dusts off the lapel of his pure white laboratory coat, looking silently to his A.I., before directing his gaze into the impenetrable mist that clouds their view further into the town.

"Ominous. At one time, I would have said fear of thick fog might be unfounded...but since the Awakening, we have come to find that...-things- lurk in thick fog such as this. We should proceed with caution, I think." The aging man hobbles closer to the group, seeking to settle himself near the back, letting the more stout of body and heart stride first into the unknown.