Bjornwulf stood at the base of the mountain, feeling the cold, wet wind distinctive of snow blow down the mountain. He couldn't even see the temple high above him and the small group gathered there with him. He looked around silently as his new companions. His blue-gray eyes were stoic and serene, belying his nervousness. This was such a first for him. His gaze fixed curiously on Ulemi. Why had he agreed to follow little Dunmer? He wasn't sure if he was up to the task. If they had only needed a smith, then sure. But to fight? However, he did agree that the cause was just and valiant. He nodded his head. This was indeed the best thing to do for all of Skrim. Mother and Greta would worry, but Father would be proud. This was for them, too. He was brought out of thoughts when Ulemi spoke.

Bjorn listened intently as she gave them all a short pep-talk. It brought a small small to his lips. She was quite the motivator. It was rather adorable. He paused in his thoughts and almost laughed. Adorable? She was probably at least twice his age. Did he really see himself as that old? Sometimes it felt like it. The Breton next to him was most definitely his age, but something about her seemed more ageless. Ageless? That was nothing compared to the dragons. He sighed. He was still getting used to the idea that dragons were real at all. Now I aim to defeat one? [i]O great Zenithar, strengthen my resolve like my steel. May our hearts burn like your Eternal Forge.[/i]

The two adventuresses moved to start up the mountain. Bjorn did a mental double-check to make sure that he had everything he needed before setting off. He walked until he reached the bottom of the 7,000 Steps. He was immediately glad that he had decided to sell most of his ore and miscellaneous items. The climb would be hard enough without them. He braced himself against the cold, glad for the thick padding under his armor. There was no going back now.