After making sure all the horses (and his mule) were tied to posts and secured, he walked inside the tavern just to move out of the way of the Knight-Captain's exit. Glodin qyickly ran over to the barkeep and pulled out a small flask from his back pocket. He took one last swig from it before handing it over to the barkeep. "Fill 'er up my good man, with something strong enough to keep me warm on a cold night." As he spoke he placed a few gold coins on the counter and waited for his flask to be filled. Taking his flask back he looked the bartender in the eyes, "Sir, I wish you best of luck in the hours to come. It will not be easy and I want you to know that I respect you and your townsfolk for being strong. This town's name shall live on long after the walls crumble." He gave the man a firm handshake and left the tavern in time to watch his captain behead the prisoner. "Damn I should have volunteered to slay that beast." As everyone began to mount up he saw a fellow dwarf having trouble reaching the stirrups of his horse. He walked over and without a word interlocked his fingers together and gave his brethren a boost onto the back of his steed. With a nod and a smile he trotted back over to his mule and mounted up to get into position.