He took his time on the climb, well aware that the rock climbing he was barely familiar with was nothing like ice and snow climbing, and listened to his guide, but he figured they would make it. Once he obtained the top, he gave the flower a confused look, before checking around him for an ambush, and then carefully cutting the flower from its root, putting on the thick, fireproof leather gloves he had brought just for this. He wanted to ensure that they could find another one, whenever it got around to growing another flower. He placed the blossom in a leather and metal container, again just for the flower, before turning back to the guide. "And that is what I came for. That and the dragon. Lets get down a bit, if we can, and make camp out of the wind. A bit frigid and windy up here."<br/><br/>He felt wind blown and fairly well frozen when he got back to the town, but the heated looks from his women promised that it wouldn't take long to get rid of either condition. Once the he was rested and exhausted appropriately, he bid farewell to the town, before the group left to find the dwarves. He just hoped the white dragon was the worst thing he had to deal with on the trip. Anything worse would likely be a bit out of his league.