Auriel couldn't do anything but agree with Emlyn. While climbing a mountain wasn't exactly his style, he figured it would have to do. Blinking that far, even in short bursts, would probably kill him. Nodding at Emlyn, he moved to his own place on the mountain, slowly pulling himself higher and higher. His sword, sheathed on his left hip, occasionally got in the way, but that was a matter of course. Auriel wasn't as nimble as his partner, but he was making his way up in due time. 

As the two rose higher, the mountain leveled a bit, and Auriel jumped over to a small ledge to rest. "Damn, I know we're climbing a mountain, but does it have to be such a freaking big mountain?" Sweat was dripping down his arms, legs, and face, and he desperately wiped the moisture away, grabbing at his waterskin and taking a long drink. "There's....there's gotta be a better way up. I can handle this, but it's too slow. It'll be night time when we reach the summit at this rate...."