Adrian continued his march up the mountain, and watched as the tree thick mountainside dissipated in favor of a steeper incline, and large drifts of snow. Up ahead, Adrian could see several mountain passes the group could take. As the incline steepened, Adrian took a step and slipped, falling to his side. Before a member of the group got outreach a hand to help the kid up, Adrian was already back on his feet, brushing the snow from his side as he kept his position on point. Adrian wouldn't let himself appear frail or weak in front of the group, despite how raggedy and childish he looked. The thing fueling the fire in Adrian's stomach was the sense of adventure. He wanted to travel, see sights, fight bandits, kill the legends of old, and now that he was with a group, it was like he was in a storybook. Adrian was smart enough to know that the group was likely just humoring him by allowing the child to take point, but they couldn't see the thing propelling Adrian. It wasn't money, glory, women, or something material. It was something pure. Something that few people even cared for anymore. The fire for adventure. To adventure for the sake of adventure. Adrian wouldn't let broken bones, being drunk, or sickness stop this journey. Adrian kept his steady march, even increasing his speed a little, as he approached one of the paths. Adrian seemed unaffected by the group's climb, so far, he wasn't even breathing heavy, yet.