From down the road, two figures became visible traveling together down the road, silhouetted from the early-dawn sun. In front was the large, muscle-bound form of Durin, now dressed in a sleeveless burlap tunic and rough pants with a pair of thick, heavy boots. Bandages wrapped around  his left should out from beneath the shirt. They were an off-white, but it was clearly from the fabric and not from absorbing any wayward leaking bodily fluids. In his right hand he carried a large backpack that was turgid with all sorts of travel supplies. In his left hand, he carried his spear from yesterday. 

Behind him was Kayleth, dressed in a stylishly cut, but durably made green dress that extended down to halfway down her thighs. Worn under the dress were a pair of nearly black travel pants tucked into a set of traveling shoes. She did not carry anything on her but a wicked looking, silver handled dagger strapped to her right hip, the a flash of ruby light being reflected from an ornamental gem embedded at the base of the gem.

"Now what's this whole meetin' up business for?" Durin asked as he tramped over to Izzy, visibly irked. Or perhaps that was his default dwarven expression. It was hard to tell. Kayleth strolled just behind, she looked like she rather enjoyed this nature travel. 

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