Silvertip Mountain Poslání

the man responds with laugh, one full and from the gut. the man gestures to the mountain above. raedwulf’s gaze follows, drawn to the jagged path they now stand upon. it is the kind of climb that would test even a war-hardened soul!
it is no question to raedwulf, who beams and nods vigorously.
wē climbaþ! without fanfare, he moves—shoulder bracing the wind, gait wide and balanced. tackling jagged rock and boulder after the next, not bothering to look back for the small man. he knows he follows!
cuma, frēond! he eggs on.