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The man warns him of a treacherous path, but his intent does not waver. The depth of his desires far exceed the threat of endangerment, perhaps foolishly, but desire nonetheless. He will stand upon the highest peak, and he will look over the land below, and he will see the dark woods where his birth took place and where his siblings squabble. He will stand above, and that is all he yearns for, for one day he will not need the height to prove superior. However, he takes the security of his mother very seriously, more so than his own safety, and he does not know this man despite the idea they may share the same blood. Furthermore he does not know the extent of what this man is capable, and Vaati is instinctively less inclined to bring such a being back to his home. But he cannot shake the longing to trust that this man is safe enough to bring home to his mother, for he wants it to be true. Somewhat begrudgingly but wholly genuine does he nod, catching the man's eye as he does so. "Deal," Accepting the deal as it stands. But he wastes no further time and with a soft wag of his tail does he bound forward in the direction of the Spire, pausing at a reasonable distance to wait for Kjalarr to guide him in the right direction. The faint accent of a smile etches his maw, an odd sight to behold on the relatively stoic boy but entirely legitimate. Both the discovery of the man and mountain is the kind of adventure he fantasized about when leaving the dark woods where each mission was shrouded in a secrecy so stifling; his current situation was as if taking a deep breath after being held under water for so long. It was exactly the feeling that would drive him away from the woods and onto greater feats. Vaati guides him to his mother, confirming his heritage and together, conquering the Spire. He would fail to see the Viking again.

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