A restful respite is what he dearly needs, after the battles which were dealt and the death of that dreadfully large lizard Smaug, it was somewhat.. peaceful?

Who is he kidding, the tension here is so thick not even the strongest blade could slice through it. Thorin's mind twisting from the corrupted gold, yearning for the Arkenstone so desperately he's sacrificing everything for it. 'At least I'm not a suspect yet...' Bilbo sighs, fingers grazing against the white gem in his pocket as that dragon's words linger in his mind.

"I was almost tempted to let you have it, if only to see Oakenshield suffer — watch it destroy him, watch it corrupt his heart and drive him mad."

He's not stupid, he knows well enough that this thing, this place, it's already affecting Thorin. But how will he make them listen? He sighs, his face twitches, decisions decisions.

'Awh it would've been so much easier if I just stayed in Bag End..'

A shuffle from down the hall makes him stiffen, eyes darting to the shadows. His hand, which was squeezing that glowing gem in his pocket, moved to the hilt of his sword. "... G-gandalf?" Bilbo called out, after all, who in their right mind would sneak into Erebor? But then again, people have shown they'll do anything reckless for gold.

"S-show yourself!" Bilbo barks, forcing his voice to sound even remotely demanding for a man of his size and statue — small, insignificant — but even his blade will Sting, hence the nickname for his sword. 'Thank you spiders.'

"I-I have a sword! I'm not afraid to use it!" He threatens, his shaky hand unsheathes his sword and points it towards that eerily quiet hall. 'It can't be the dwarves, they wouldn't wait this long to say something..'