[Thorin's regal blue eyes scanned the surroundings. He feels a macabre familiarity with the destruction surrounding the town, but he keeps quiet.]
[He does not recognize Dr. Brewer, nor the others who greet him. But he does recognize the oddly quiet Elf.]
[Though Thorin would rather pull out his own teeth with his smith's tongs than share an Elf's company, he does not feel being alone in this place would be safe. Plus, the Elf seems to be heading to a building that resembles the old taverns of his world.]
[Who is Thorin to refuse a drink?]
Didn't figure you Elves enjoyed drinkin'.
[To say nothing at all would have been impolite...or so he thinks.]
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[He does not recognize Dr. Brewer, nor the others who greet him. But he does recognize the oddly quiet Elf.]
[Though Thorin would rather pull out his own teeth with his smith's tongs than share an Elf's company, he does not feel being alone in this place would be safe. Plus, the Elf seems to be heading to a building that resembles the old taverns of his world.]
[Who is Thorin to refuse a drink?]
Didn't figure you Elves enjoyed drinkin'.
[To say nothing at all would have been impolite...or so he thinks.]