At his captain's orders he followed her outside. He tried to saddle up his mule but it did not want to be fooled with at the moment so Glodin gave up and clambered onto the back of Evelyn's steed, as he had left his armor near the forge he was working at he was far lighter than normal and not much of a hindrance. He was prepared for the worst, one hand on his hammer and the other on his Captain's shoulder to keep him steady. [color=39b54a]"I do hope the elven lass is alright."[/color]
 
As the scene played out at the cabin he stayed on the horse and just listened. He remained quiet for the ride back and while watching the small ritual to heal Ruinil. [color=39b54a]"Make me worry again like that lass and I'll thump ya in the back of your head. Captain, I'll go and finish repairing my pickaxe before we set out. Send someone to fetch me when everyone else is ready."[/color] He smiled and gave his friends and comrades a small wave before departing to the forge that he claimed as his own and began working on repairs for his gear. 

He attempted scribing the rune from his dream on his pick as he heard a knock on the door. [color=39b54a]"You may enter."[/color]