Hamel lets out an exaggerated huff. Fine, he'll walk, even though he technically shouldn't. With how the natives have been fawning over them, he expected to be carried around. Or better, have THEM bring him stuff.

"Please, like those guys could on adventures without their great leader." Honestly, his memory is a bit vague in places but he's certain he wasn't worried or whatever sappy bullshit Maglor's insinuating. "Anyway we had a ton. Lots of drama and me being amazing."