The sharp sound of Thorin's blade slicing through the last orc echoed throughout the clearing. Adrenaline now fading, the dwarves turned to look at you now that the small battle was over.

Thorin strode over to you, expression tight and brooding. The forest was now silent and it was clear he was puzzled at meeting a lone traveler near the Misty Mountains.

"Who are you and why are you in these lands alone?" He asked gruffly, although it sounded more like a demand.