Iabor had packed everything he owned in his bag, which included a heavier coat. Seeing how the wind was picking up he decided to put his bag down, and bring it out. He put his long thick leather coat on, and pulled down his hood as he removed his helmet as it obstructed his vision too much. But, his mouth was hidden by a layer of cloth, and his eyes draped in shadow from the big hood which was lined in black fur. He pulled his coat tightly around him clasping the wolf bone buttons through the leather string sewn into it to keep it tightly around him. He then put his helmet back into his bag before hoisting the heavy sack over his shoulder. 
"Will we be traveling the whole distance by foot or will we be using horses," Iabor asked.
He wondered because of the fact the orders supplies were mostly put to the front for fighting demons. Which he figured included the horses. So there was a probable chance they'd be going on foot. He looked at Hardel figuring that if anyone would slow them it would be him due to his older age. Though he was not foolish enough to completely discount the mans abilities.