Sigrid looked to Saeril with curiosity, then nearly jumped in surprise as she saw the dwarves enter the home, one by one. “Da...why are there dwarves climbing out of our toilet?”
Tilda watched, finding this fascinating rather than alarming. “Will they bring us luck?”

Kili was helped out by Bifur, the pain in his leg never quite ceasing, nor giving him a moment to recover. The company was soaked clean through, and though the home was warm, they were half frozen. Sigrid quickly retrieved some blankets with her little sister, and one by one, they offered them to each member of the company and also Saeril. 

Thorin remained near the window, his gaze settled upon a tower-like structure. “A Dwarvish Wind-Lance.”
Bilbo approached him, though was careful to keep his distance. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 
Balin nodded, growing solemn. “He has. The last time we saw such a weapon, a city was on fire. It was the day the dragon came. The day that Smaug destroyed Dale. Girion, the Lord of the city, rallied his bowman to fire upon the beast.”
Thorin shook his head, then turned away. “Had the aim of Men been true that day, much would have been different.”