Bruce had it in his mind that he'd make a mental note of Jenso's abilities, same as he did with any prospective ally or opponent. He held some hope Jenso wouldn't end up being the latter, but experience had taught him to be ready for any circumstance. He kept silent while they climbed and scrambled up. He paused once he felt the first signs of a draft blowing down in their direction, the scent of crisp and thin mountain air leaking in. They were close to the surface, and the increasing strength of the wind that visited the tunnel's interior spoke to their altitude. They had long ago ascended beyond the ceiling of the dome, and they would be on one of the highest mountains before they reached the Wind Temple. 
[color=0072bc]"When we reach the surface,"[/color] he said, gripping his empty sheath with one hand. [color=0072bc]"Tread lightly. The rock out here is loose and can slide out from under you in an instant. Test each foothold before proceeding."[/color]
Bruce checked the light streaming into the tunnel near its exit; they had less daylight left than he would have liked, but assuming Jenso spoke true, they could find their way in the temple easily enough. Getting there in the dark was almost as treacherous as the monsters they might encounter in the temple.