Duskfire Glacier you black out when you talk too much

The glacier's chill was soothing underfoot, a nice respite from the heat. He had intended to climb high and survey the valley to get a good look at where he wanted to go from here. Instead, his eyes fell on the slinking figure of a boy.

Goldeneye was no stranger to meeting new people, but the thunderous expression this one wore almost had him slip back unnoticed into the rocky landscape. Still, there must've been a reason for his sojourn; no one would willingly subject themself to something that made them miserable without a good excuse. Curiously, he drew closer with a gentle chuff and a wave of his feathered tail.