Havardr did not look impressed with the interloper’s claims, but his responsibility was clear, and he could not refuse entry to any who were willing to risk the dangers of the mountain. If Kei’taro could tell that the Goat was more irritated than usual was highly questionable though, for the simple reason that Mountain Goats always tend to look irritable. Regardless, Hadvardr was forced to act accordingly.

“I am Havardr, guardian of the Mountain Key, as natural law dictates I must accept your desire to partake in this test, though I will warn you once now that this challenge will be difficult, and will likely overcome you.” The Goat did not bother with idle threats, if Kei’taro was still convinced he could survive the test then he had every right to try, but Havardr did not exaggerate the danger.

He looked down at the drawn sword with something akin to scorn, turning his nose up at the evil gleam of man’s engineering. 
“Leave all but your pelt within the shack, lay it upon the table within, if you survive it will be returned to you.” Havardr of course meant for Kei’taro to discard all but his clothes, for this was to be a survival challenge like no other. “Return to the roots of the mountain when you are ready, and I will explain what you must do to prove you are worthy of the mountain’s power. This will be your last chance to turn back, Hemming, there will always be another opportunity to return should your courage fail you.” This, however, was a lie.