The ship softly landed on a snowy mountain ride, from which Sawyer emerged in a side exit and firmly planted his feet into thick, powdery snow. He was asked of by Drake to come here, with the allowance of personally piloting the Arrowhead to visit him in the old derelict temples that dotted the Ku Rudo mountains. The one Drake watched the projection in was named Alir Shkvah, a bastion of mystic arts and shamans who passed their blessings on with every generation. Sawyer had identified it with ease, due to the temple's notoriety and assistance from the Coalition Database built into his cybernetic right eye. Sawyer's tunic swayed in his approach, layers of fur pelts pushed and pulled on by biting cold. The building's doors, murals painstakingly carved and welded on slabs of iron, were already open. He entered with a sullen tone, trying best to conceal entry despite booming footsteps splashing in small pools of water that dripped from the ceiling periodically.