Gideon wordlessly walked out and went over in his head what he had to do before meeting with the rest. He thought about the group Keltor had summoned but pushed his slight worries to the back of his mind. [i]If Keltor wants them, I'm in no position to judge their worth.[/i] Lysander waited for him as he exited the mountain. Gideon positioned himself atop his dragon and whistled in a familiar pitch. After bringing his head closer to his dragon, Lysander projected a clear shell around Gideon and proceeded to tunnel to their destination. 

Once their belongings were gathered and Lysander's belly was full, the pair headed to the rendezvous point. The continued to tunnel with the protective shell around Gideon, only stopping when Lysander felt that his friend needed air. Saddle bags flopped to the sides of Lysander as they neared the cliff point. A backrest grew out of Lysander to support Gideon as he began to climb, near vertically, towards the north tip of Ambrell Ridge. Gideon casually took sips out of his waterskin, comforted by the fact that he dedicated a whole bag to extra full waterskins. The others held pieces of his armor and rations for the trip. Lysander rounded the top to see a few of the others already there. Gideon's acknowledging gaze scanned through everyone and he sat back and waited.