Bofur sighed in resignation and nodded, stepping forward to give the halfling a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Well then, in that case I wish you all the luck in the world." though, he frowned as he noticed that the blade at Bilbo's belt was glowing bright blue through the sheathe. "What's that...?" he asked with interest, pointing to it.

It was about then that Thorin sat up, hearing a loud creaking, as a large crack opened up in the floor. "WAKE UP!" he shouted to the rest of them to alert them, but it was too late. The trap door swung open and the entire company plunged downwards, landing on a wooden walkway, with goblins screeching and running towards them.