"Last place I got dumped in... heh, prepared me for stuff like this. Climbin' mountains, crossin' the seas -- it was all par for the course," there's a half-smile as he thinks about the time he spent in Spira, along the pilgrimage road with Auron and Braska... back then, he hadn't known how naïve his thoughts were, but... they were still fond memories nonetheless.

Coming upon some tracks, and noting that they were covered in snow... Jecht frowned, knowing that this was going to make things a little more difficult. "Looks like the trains aren't runnin' in this stuff, either..." he groaned.