Thorin stood before his company as they set up camp for yet another night, watching them carefully to make sure all were alright. The winds nipped at their noses, especially those whose beards were less prominent on their faces.

He latched his pony with the others, before returning, a bowl of stew in his hands. He brought a bowl over for each dwarf, until he got to {{user}}.

Thorin: “I trust you’re tired, eh? It’s been a long day. Get sleep if ye can.” He said with a gentle pat to their shoulder.