Halbark kept to the middle of the group heading for Fort Hillcrest, humming a Dwarven drinking song with deep tones along the way. Sometimes the clatter of vials and clay work pots might’ve jarred those trying a more stealthy stroll through the woods. 

Halbark didn’t even seem aware that a wolf crossed their path and only when they reached Morek did he speak up (though he would earlier if spoken too), his constant humming pausing for the occasion.

“Orcs, by me singed beard, very very dead. Good job Kinsman.”

Halbark needn’t be told to get some rest twice. As soon as it was said he stopped and sat down rigorously. He ceremoniously pulled some beef jerkey out a sack hanging from his wooden backpack. After the meal he disregarded any of the orders to ‘stay low’ on the premise that he was a Dwarf. He did halt the humming though as the castle came up  ahead.