A rather large mace was the last thing he took up, Hilfar was packed and ready. A laden pony full of wares was waiting at the stables of Thorins hall. Hilfar decided to wear some chainmail for this journey and brought a metal shield, slightly bigger than a buckler, and a rather heavy bronze mace. He met his father before the gate armed with a crossbow and a sword. One last smoke as the sun slowly rises above the mountain peaks.
