Kei'taro watched the mountain goat, Havardr, as he answered the poised questions. The part about his keys being locked, so to speak, wasnt surprising to him. It had happened many times before, and were somewhat a common happening. Part of him was ashamed he didnt't see it before. 

Secondly, his eyes wandered towards the mountains, even here the chill reached him as bine shakingly cold, and he could only wonder at how cold it might get when he reached the top of the mountain. His adversary for the evening had challenged him to what could only amount to as being a race, and like all the other competitions, he was distinctly disadvantaged. 

[B]I will see you at the summit then, fair Havardr,[/b] Kei'taro said as the creature officially stated the start of the race. He knew Havardr had a huge advantage as this was territory it had been known to stalk for years, coupled with the fact Mountain Goats were very adept climbers, and were skinned to fight off the weather.

He jogged towards the mountain, and began climbing - it took every skill he had learned during his hunts. The climb itself would be relatively easy, if the first stages continued as thus throughout. Kei'taro paced himself and trudged up the mountain, seeking hand and foot holds. He would show Harardr that all his travels were not to be taken lightly