[Anasui really is like a chicken in the sense that his head is remarkably stable. The Espathra squints at the dark shadows and clicks his tongue disapprovingly, as if the ruins in the fog have caused a personal offense.]

... There's nothing else to do, unless you fancy walking around in the fog some more.

[And that involves getting off of Anasui because he starts walking towards the ruins regardless.]

Eyes up. We're probably walking into a trap. [And he'll keep walking forward... even as the whispers start.]