Kael looks around the inn at the assembled group, a new face had shown up and apparently was accompanying them. He was a tall, well-built human in scale, with what looked like a hand-and-a-half sword that he carried with him. Along with the warrior woman and himself, Kael felt confident in this group's ability to stand up in a fight. The orc looked very much capable of carrying himself in a fight. The hours working the anvil apparently had paid off as his frame bulged with muscles. The dwarf was a wildcard, he had a mace, a small sword, and wore leather, but most dwarves knew how to fight, so he wasn't so concerned. With the five of them, Kael felt confident he could keep the two casters safe from harm.
The talk had turned to rations and Kael realized that he had no idea if they would be gone long or make it a quick trip. He had rations enough for four days, so hopefully it wouldn't last much longer than that. Everyone seemed a little ancy, nervous, but eager and ready to go. He had drank a glass of wine in the time he'd been here, but his head wasn't yet fuzzy and warm from it. He wasn't too concerned with not knowing the location of the ravine, for he was sure they could receive directions from Garon or another citizen of this town.
Kael speaks softly yet confidently, "If we are ready, we should leave soon while day is young and sun is not yet at peak."