A lone cart pulled by a sturdy, if aged mountain pony makes its way slowly down the Northride. The pace isn't so much lethargic, as steady and reserved. In the back of the cart is a small bundle of household goods wrapped in canvas as well as camping gear.
The seat of the cart is occupied by a dwarf in nondescript heavy armor. His eyes keeping a steady watch on the world around him as he lets the pony set its own pace. His once black beard is now mostly grey with some streaks of white and a bit of stubborn black. Ridding shotgun with him is an picnic basket and an open bottle of ale along with a shield. The shield bears an emblazoned symbol of Moradin on it.
Despite his alertness he occasionally breaks into dwarven battle-dirges to past the time, songs of the Moradinsmen, the mighty dwarven kingdoms of old, and unnamed battles to come.