Kaldur walked with the band of dwarves, having bribed his way in to be allowed to be part of the company as a chronicler. He had been following another dwarf that was an actual chronicler and learning what one would do, such a task that he had been assigned would require such tactics. To make himself seem credible enough to belong there. Each time they would stop he would bring out his books and write of the events, places that they passed by that held importance, the songs, speeches, who spoke, who or what they were referencing. He stroked some of his newly grown red/almost orange beard that reached down to his chest, it had been so long since he was able to grow one, normally he would be clean shaven or only had stubble at most. So being able to have a full beard was kind of nice for the moment. The trip had proven to be what he would describe as unchallenging, nothing really happened to them along the way which he didn't complain about, he didn't want to have to blow his cover unless he had no other choice. He sang the songs as best he could, luckily others who were more versed sang loudly to cover his low singing. He made picked a little notebook out of his pocket and wrote the words down of the song. He muttered the words to himself to keep them in his mind as he wrote them down. Grungi had spoken up about the craftsmanship of Rammas Echor and again made note of that in his book, and would write them in his actual chronicle book when he had the time. He also made note that Thurin Stonewrought III made a comment and the others commented and they began on their way now seeing humans and elves. He wrote it in his notes and continued to do so as they made there way.