Thorin eyed Bard with his continual air of mistrust. “All dwarves know the tale. “You took our money. Where are the weapons?” Time was running out, and he knew it. The longer they remained in Laketown, the less chance they had to get into Erebor. Their journey would have been for nothing. This was something he could never allow; they had to get a move on.

Once given room to speak in private, Thorin turned towards his kin. “Tomorrow begins the last days of autumn.”
Balin gave a small sigh, holding his mug of tea to better warm himself. “Durin’s Day falls morn after next. We must reach the mountain before then.”
It was now that Kili spoke up. There was plenty going through his mind, and he made it a point to stand up straight in order to conceal the fact that he was injured. Reclaiming Erebor had been his lifelong dream, an arrow could not stop that. “And if we do not? If we fail to find the hidden door before that time?”