At the Stables
Glodin didn't wake up late, in fact he woke up at dawn, but procuring new repairing tools and materials took much longer than he thought it would. When the dwarf finally met up with the rest of the group he quickly packed his horse up and strapped his pack behind the saddle. Glodin listened to the briefing from Evelyn as he readied himself. Just as they were about to set off, Glodin walked over to Evelyn and hugged her.
"Miss Sunderland, one of these days we will have time to chat and talk about days gone past. Take care, lass." The Ride
For most of the ride Glodin rode near Tyr and Iris, as he knew their eyes were far better than his. During the trip, Glodin unbraided his beard and combed through it with his fingers. The whole trip he was lost in thought, only talking when he was spoken too, which was odd for him as he was normally chatty and cheery when on the road. His eyes had seen many things and many friend's deaths. He remembered their first battle in the woods, against Krovah and his minions, the kest hive and his fallen comrades, and the countless battles after.
Making Camp
Glodin placed his things down and unpacked his repairing equipment in a comfortable spot in the City Hall.
"Alright, if you have any gear that needs tending too, just let me see it and I'll have it looking brand new before we head out in the morning." Glodin said to the group as a whole before setting himself down and doing some routine maintenance on his weapons and armor.