Gyre started to hear rumors about the mountain at breakfast with the wizard, and it didn't take him long after that to remember how difficult it had been to climb the previous day. Something weird is going on! More weird then normal, anyway.

This is to say, he's at the base of the mountain, trailing along it and looking up into the brush. He's trying to find the easiest path up, the one with the fewest cracks in the ground. Half of him is also wondering if other people are going to come here, and if they are, whether they should go together or not. He doesn't know if there will be a fight at the top.

This thought is the thing that makes him hesitate here, his gaze swinging from the path he's picked up towards the peak, then back behind him, scanning the area to see if anyone is coming, then back up. It's almost time to go. He can feel it in his guts. He's not going to wait much longer.