On the dawn of the day of departure, Glodin tried to gain an audience with the Knight-Commander but was unsuccessful in his attempt to worm in between previously scheduled meetings.  No matter how badly he wanted to wait and see his dear friend, he did not have the time.  Glodin only asked one of the Templars who guard the meeting/war room to give Evelyn Sunderland his pickaxe, just in case he doesn't make it back.  He really had hoped to see her one last time before leaving on this suicide mission.

Later in the morning, near the time of departure, Glodin sat atop his mule who was already packed and ready to go.  The mule and Glodin both looked to Theo as he spoke, Glodin with sad eyes and the mule with a confused expression.  The rest of the day they rode like that, untill it came time to rest. Glodin put on a smile and made small talk, trying to keep spirits high.

When they reached the entrance to their underground route, Glodin took his pack from his mule and removed his harness before giving the mule a quick brushing and shooing him away.  The dwarf then adjusted his father's hammer on his hip then putting his pack onto his back before following the rest into the darkness.