^^^^^^Erebor/Lonely Mountain^^^^^^
Durin's beard! If this is what traveling with Elves is like... Durgan grumbled to himself as he recovered his dignity. He had leapt up from his slumber fully awake, with mace in hand. Upon finding it was only the Elves, he had thrown the weapon down in disgust. He looked at Stonehelm, who to his surprise was actually taking part in this folly. He bristled, scrubbing his face with his hands. This was going to be a long trip.
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