Obtain a Coldridge Beer Flagon, a Ragged Wolf-Hide Cloak, and some Leftover Boar Meat.
The weight limit on my gyro is such that I only have enough room for one <race>. Looks like you're in luck, <name>!
That dwarf woman Jona told me that most of your personal belongings have been moved inside Anvilmar. Please gather what you'll need, finish up any affairs that remain, and return to me when you're prepared for takeoff.