 Why does Groz not want to go into the mountain?
Dark was the Ryzga mountain and forbidding; steep were its cliffs and sheer its crevasses. But its outward perils could not compare with the Ryzgas themselves, who slept within, ready to wake and conquer.... From the other direction, the long way that they two had come, it was not difficult to sense the thought of Groz. While she waited he spun a dream, attaching it to the crags that loomed over the pass, and to the frozen ground underfoot. It was black night, as it would really be when Groz and his henchmen reached this place; lurid fire spewed from the Ryzga mountain, and strange lights dipped above it; and for good measure there was an avalanche in the dream, and hideous beasts rushed snapping and ravening from the crevices of the rock. Now they were descending the steeper face of the sierra, and the way led over bottomless crevasses, sheer drops and sheer ascents, sheets of traitorous glare ice. The light shone watery and dim from beneath the hoary back of the glacier, and as they came nearer they saw why: the cave entrance was sealed by a sheet of ice, a frozen waterfall that fell motionless from the rocks above. The Watcher was four hundred years old; beside him even Groz, who had always seemed so ancient, was like a boy. Var saw with some surprise that all the walls were sheathed in ice—warm to the touch, bound fast against melting by the Watcher's will. Behind them began a tinkling of falling water, thawed from the glacial ridges above to descend sheet-wise over the cave mouth, freezing as it fell into lengthening icicles. And before very long, I'm sure, I would have performed some deed which Groz would recognize as a worthy exploit, and would thus have healed the feud between our families. Var nodded somberly, thinking that an old recluse would in any case be able to do little for them against Groz and his violent kinsfolk. I have only one idea left: we can go where Groz may fear to follow us." "In my youth I penetrated farther into the mountain than anyone before, farther even than did the First Watcher. "Because of them we must build with dreams instead of iron, and our only fire is that of the Sun, and even now, two thousand years later, the Earth is still slowly recovering from the pangs and poison of that age.
 He is nervous about the technology left behind
 He does not want to get separated from his team  He is scared of the wildlife that might try to attack  He is nervous about the technology left behind  He knows it will be hard to see the people he is chasing