Packing their belongings, the wounded man, and the body of their slain companion, the party departed Hollin heading South and East making for the Gap of Rohan through Dunland.  The northern regions of this land, along the Southwestern foothills of the Misty Mountains are quite pleasant, green and largely uninhabited.  The men of this land are herders, keeping their flocks in the southern pastures, close to the River Isen.  It is ten days to the Gap of Rohan and the Western-most part of the Westfold.  Fengel* is King in Rohan at this time and there is peace (if uneasy) between the Dunlendings and Rohan.  It is not difficult to find a settlement of Rohirrim, though it is likely to appear semi-permanent village since the Rohirrim have few settlements.

Here in the Gap of Rohan the Great West Road runs into Rohan from West Gondor here and runs along the north of the White Mountains to Edoras, passing by the Westfold Dale and Helm's Deep.  Rûniel walks along with the others, usually keeping her hood up to either hide her features or ward off the sun.  At night she wanders near the camp, sometimes singing softly to herself.

Kharrum is a companionable fellow on the journey south, offering use of Sindri - his pony - for both their wounded companion and for the transport of Galen's bound corpse. He sings a little as he walks, puffing away at his pipe and telling little stories of other journeys by the campfire in the evening. He knows a few tales of far-off places, a scattering of songs of the common folk of the cultures he has visited, and is keen to learn more: "You can measure a folk by those things they sing off", he comments, more than once

He is companionable, but young, by dwarvish measure: confident in his skills, but still finding out his own boundaries, as his crossing of the Ford perhaps showed. He knows, at least, some of those talents he does not possess, leaving the hunting for others, though he picks up a trail here and there, and preparing the camp and the fire rather than the food, unless it is trail food or tough meat.

Passing into Rohan, and coming in sight of one of the camps of the Rohirrim, his words are thoughtful, "Are these folk kin of yours, Berthold? Or known to you? I know a little of the elvish tongues, and that of the halflings and the beornings, but none of these horse folk"