As they proceeded farther up the mountain the snow went from being lightly sprinkled on the ground, to a thickened mess. They stopped to put on warmer clothes to fit the weather; fur boots with a thicker sole for snow travel, coats, and pants for Janelle. As they walked they carried on light conversation, keeping things slightly active to keep from being bored as they went. Few arctic foxes dotted the snow keeping their heads low and hiding from Janelle and Arcaeus. There was no wind as they walked, creating a quiet environment, the only noise was the crunching sound of their boots in the sand. Janelle took a breath, pushing hot smoke out, obvious against the cold, "I know I haven't asked, but I don't exactly know what we're doing going up this mountain." Arcaeus continued looking forward as he answered, "I got a map from the man I talked with in Moesbe, the one I told you about." He looked at her to confirm and she nodded, "It's a map of sorts, showing landmarks of where the portal might be. We're going up the mountain to get a layout of the land; maybe find what we're looking for from at the top." She said, "Maybe, though this mountain may not be high enough. This isn't the tallest one, not even in this series of mountains even." He looked at her with a smirk on his face, "We'll see."<br/>As they went on their journey, Janelle took a few stops to turn around and take a look at the land, admiring the beauty; the way the snow had fallen on the other mountain tops, the rise and fall of them in the distance. Eagles flew overhead, screeching, some hunting their prey. She would turn back around and run to be next to Arcaeus, wrapping her arm around his to stay warm. The sun fell down early, hiding behind the mountain tops and out of their eye sight. As the sun vanished, the air chilled unpleasantly. Janelle blew a small ball of fire into her hand, lighting the area just enough for them to continue the journey. "I think we should get to the end of this trail, and then rest and continue in the morning." Arcaeus said and she nodded in agreement, knowing he still needed his rest, even if he wouldn't admit to it. They made it near the end of the trail two hours before midnight and decided to set up 'camp'. Janelle enlarged her ball of fire, melting an area large enough for the  tent to stand and began another area for the fire to be, but Arcaeus stopped her, telling her they wouldn't make one for the night. She took out a small bowl from the pack and put her fire inside of it, "Oh look...magic." She said with a smile and she set it down and they begun the works on putting the tent up.<br/>Once they had put the tent up, they went in to eat. The fire's shadow danced in the night against the tent's lining. They ate in silence, and went to sleep shortly after, huddling together for warmth, though Janelle liked it more than just for the warming effects it had. They awoke together at dawn, still cuddling, though Arcaeus awkwardly pulled away from her. They stretched, ate, and quickly began tearing down the tent, ready to keep going.<br/>They continued on the walk as it got more treacherous as the trail ended. The snow was thick and Janelle ran ahead, picked up snow, rolled it into a ball and threw it at Arcaeus. She laughed and ran behind a rock. She didn't hear him coming after her so she stood up, only to see him smirking at her, holding a snowball in his hand. He threw it at her, hard and said, "oops" and she followed with a playful, "Ow!" She jumped over the rock in front of her, throwing her body onto his, pushing him into the snow, and they wrestled. Neither one won, and they got up, dusting off the snow. She ruffled his hair, helping him along.<br/>They made it to the top of the mountain top, only to find a building. It was old, the flags that had once been there were tattered, and the woods was worn, but not broken. There was stone pushed into the ground, parts were broken, the writing was vaguely there. She could tell the building had once been beautiful. The roof had been hand crafted, lots of work. To the right, there was a small area, fenced off. A few would pieces with a roof on top was there, only five feet in height. A bell resting off the roof, a rope hanging there. There was lanterns, some scattered, some in big patches, but all lit. "Whoa." She said