"It wouldn't be my first time roughing it," he replies dryly, waiting for Wrathion to descend and making sure the other was steady on his feet before climbing the other side of the bank. Erosion had clearly been at work here, tree roots poking through the loose soil, but there did appear to be a smoother, more dense patch of dirt where animals or people may have made a trail before now.

He climbs up, using a few of the rocks embedded there for more steady footing, before once again turning to wait on the dragon.

"And these boots aren't the worst. At least they're meant for traveling, if not mountain-climbing."