"I'll buy you all the drinks you want," Strange muses, attention still focused on the crying sound. He pauses for a moment before walking towards it, feet pushing through the snow. He makes it about three feet or so before the darkness annoys him enough that Strange casts a fire spell. A small ball of fire hovers directly above his hand. It provides barely any illumination. But it at least provides a little bit and helps Strange see just the slightest bit more.

"Be ready," he says, suspecting that Shura's already ready and primed to fight. "I honestly have no idea what's out here."

Which is simultaneously thrilling and a little scary. But no matter. Whatever it is, Strange is confident he can face it.