The man didn't know why he was here, really. He should have been back by the river, in his new home. Thoughts still plagued him though, and they prompted his desertion of his post for the time being; something that made his ears burn and heart heavy. Njal did not wish to be punished for this decision, as he was planning to return - but something begged him to move, to stumble about on this sunny winter day.
He came upon the mountainside and the man's progress slowed. There was a wariness about his movement, a certain level of caution. Njal wondered just what he would find here, in this place. What was he looking for? At this moment, the man wasn't sure. He just knew there was something here and he needed it, badly. A distraction from his thoughts, perhaps, or the resurrection of old memories.