Guy was aware of the famed athletic drive that Germans had when it came to hiking, mountain climbing, and even just trail walks. So he had dressed in dark blue jeans, brown boots that reached two inches below his knee, and a gray knit sweater with a plain tee under it. It was not his normal clothing, even his usually slicked back hair had been allowed to keep the natural wave he'd been born with. His wand was held carefully in his boot, and he'd taken the time to find and buy a compass for the day. He also and a canteen hooked to his belt, filled with clean water.
Stepping up the path, he had missed the fog entirely his boots gathering a little mud and some leaves as he considered the world around them. It was beautiful, it was almost serene, and he was almost half worried that the suggestion that day would be to burn it all down for the sake of putting fear in the hearts of the men and women back in town. He spotted Gellert before he came too close to him, walking up with soft steps and speaking when he was a few yards away as to not shock him.
"Herr Grindelwald," he said, offering a polite smile before pausing a few feet away and bowing his head for just a moment. "Happy birthday, sir. I sent a gift to your home this morning, it seemed a bit to cumbersome for this walk."