Saeril was looking about town to find at least a hint of a weed, or a certain plant she could use to tend to Kili's wound. However, right before she was about to turn a corner, a controversy near the Mayor's house made her instantly stop in her tracks. Elvish ears were no mistake, so by pushing her way through the crowd, her eyes widened once she came next to the house of the Master. Perfect to be in the company's eyesight. For once, she felt betrayed that Kili didn't keep his promise. 

Now, the she-elf was dissapointed in the brothers, especially the youngest. She breathed deeply through her nose as she tensed, shaking her head in dissapproval. Even while the crowd was cheering, Saeril wasn't liking it, and it only made her worried. Even if she knew that Kili and Fili followed Thorin, it was not going to end well for the townspeople, and clearly, the king wasn't in his right mind at the moment; she could sense it.

"Death!", Bard's voice shouted from amongst the crowd as he made his way towards Thorin. "That is what you’ll bring upon us: dragonfire and ruin. If you awaken that beast, it will destroy us all", he tried to warn the dwarf Prince.