At first glance, Alvor's house was a simple, yet fairly tidy place, compared to other houses. The first thing that meets the eye upon entering is a hearth, in front of which was a small cooking pot. To the left, there was a double bed, and to the right, a stairway leading down into the cellars. To the side of the door was a dining table, while another pair of single beds were placed adjacently to the left wall of the house, with a small table between them. Above the hearth was the head of an elk stag, while to the other side there were two doe heads. Inside were people that Thorin knew and recognized: Sigrid, Alvor's wife, Dorthe, their daughter, who has grown a lot since Thorin last saw her, and Hadvar: their nephew, who served Tullius, the Imperial general in Skyrim.
"Hadvar!" Thorin exclaimed in gladness, since it was relieving to see his old friend once more.
"Thorin?" Hadvar asked, lightly smiling and rising to his feet to greet Thorin. The two embraced tightly, with a deep chuckle from Thorin.
"It's good to see you again, old friend." Thorin said.
"Thorin!" Sigrid's voice was heard, as she climbed from the cellar: "Please, sit down! All three of you! I'll get you something to eat immediately."
Soon, Sigrid served some fresh Salmon Steaks with grilled leeks as a side dish. A small feast began, and our trio were refilling their batteries. Not before long, a conversation between Thorin and Hadvar would ensue.
"So, have you heard from any other friends of ours?" Thorin asked.
"Not really." Hadvar replied: "Most of them moved to Whiterun, or out into the other holds. All of them are looking for work, it seems."
"And Ralof?" Thorin asked, recalling another of one of his better friends in Riverwood.
"Ralof joined the Stormcloak rebellion." Hadvar sighed: "He was one of the Stormcloaks that escaped Helgen, when the dragon attacked. I don't know if he got out of there alive, and I don't really care. We don't have anything to say to one another now."
Thorin was feeling very unsettled right now. His emotions were a mixture of pity and anger, because he himself harbored a burning resentment for Ulfric Stormcloak and his foolish insurrection.
"So, he fights for the death of Skyrim, then?" Thorin asked.
"Seems so." Hadvar replied.