(Moving on, then... Those who want to join should just rp yourselves here.)
Those who decided to join with the ranger and his company reconvened just within the boundaries of Dale, two days after their fateful meeting within the tavern. Hallas, who looked a little cleaner than last he had been seen, stood by a throng of horses and ponies, saddlebags likely full of supplies for their journey. It was just after dawn, and so the sun was breaking through the clouds on the horizon, looming in the distance behind the Lonely Mountain. But their road was south, away from the shadow of Erebor and into the Mirkwood, leaving both Dale and the sun's light behind them.