"Whaddaya mean they be wantin' to search tha halls first?" Gilly asks Red when the hound returns to her side with the news. "We'll see about that! Come along Vonderstank! I be needin' ta converse with me brother!"
Gilly huffs toward the others and confronts Glasik. Zal othok lost yrumm varak?
thamar Zal smaug just Yarred us. Let'th Kav anek!
Have you lost yer mind?
We have Smaug just below us. Let's do this!
Elbenarin pauses and reflects. What path to take. The prudent path to face the secrets of the mountain? The bold path and face our doom and whatever Smaug may bring to bear? He clutches the hilt of his newly found sword. The hilt a comfort in his hands as he contemplates the doom of the world. Doom. Amarth in the elvish tongue. Doom, indeed, we rage against. Rage against under this legendary mountain. Mountain of old. Amon in that same ancient tongue. The sword, clutched tight still, a comfort in the gloom. Is this what my fate has in store? Is this what fate has in store for this blade? He sighs deep. His eyes, focused on the sword, look up. Resolved. Resolute. Decided. Raising the sword slowly high, and with a whisper so as not to disturb the darkness, "It is found. The sword has uncovered its name. Amon Amarth - Doom Under the Mountain. I wield you with the strength of my forefathers. May I bring honor to it's name..."
The sword lowers, a quiet seems to follow. "I follow at the mercy of others..."
Therone
Therone, as usual, is watching for threates from the half-light of the Hall. I still mislike the idea of leaving potential enemies behind us- but I suspect our Dwarven fellows will want the great Wyrm removed before anything else. I withdraw my comments. Let us find Smaug and end him.
