Emlyn continued on, making way for the mountain. For a while he was silent, tossing only the occasional glance back at Auriel to make sure he was still there. The boy certainly wasn't very talkative, though normally that wouldn't have stopped Emlyn from going on about himself. He had a myriad of stories, really he did, fabricated or otherwise they never failed to impress. But with his partner already it was different; Auriel was not the sort that he usually mingled with. Gritty, determined, kept his sentences to the point. A good warrior? Probably, just looking at him, Emlyn could guess he was skilled. But what about off of the field? How would Auriel handle the spotlight? Oh god, how would he handle the added company of their team? 

Mirror ceased its spinning about his wrist, and he held it still. A challenge, that's all. It'd be a challenge. He'd worked his way into tougher friendships before, and come out successful. Auriel might be a rock, but Emlyn was a chisel, and he was more than content to chip away slowly, piece by piece. 

At the base of the mountain he looked up, biting his lip. The could climb it, or at least he could. He was nimble enough and Mirror was deceivingly good at digging in for holds. He gave a bit of the rock a soft kick, as if to test it, make sure it was solid, and then leaned to it to find a good starting hold. 

"Alright then, best we move on up, hm? The faster we find this artifact, the faster we find our team, and the faster we get out of here and on with our journey," he said. He slung Mirror over his shoulder, and looked expectantly again back at Auriel.