Act of Compromise

Keith, at the moment, leaned against one of the trees in an array that separated the lush thicket of woods from the open area of the plateau. His head went to a thud against the viridescent moss covering the bark, and then crossed arms as he glanced at the unfamiliar place he was in with Mystique and even Athan.

The ghastly haze almost covered what seemed beneath the protruding mountain peaks, and the biting cold continued to linger against him; if not for his layers of armor and coat, then he would've forced himself to transform into a large tiger, and hid for a hibernation.

In front of her was Mystique, flipping through the pages of her grimoire and went to check her pouch; after grabbing it inside of her cloak, from time to time like she was getting all nervous and giddy. Meanwhile, Athan had his arms on his back, shuffling across the craggy, rocky land, and started to survey around the place.