"Braga." Bard nodded to the chief guard as they surrounded him.
"You're under arrest!" Braga proclaimed to the barge man. 
"On what charge?" Bard demanded.
"Any charge the master chooses!"
Knowing he had nothing to lose, and they would just take him in anyway, Bard swung and punched Braga in the jaw, pushing through the guards and making a run for it as he stumbled backwards.
"Bard!"
"Stop him!"
Meanwhile, Bane had hidden the black arrow under a pile of fishing nets, in a small boat by the statue of Girion in the middle of the town.

"You are being used, Thief In The Shadows." sneered Smaug as he wrapped his talons around the pillar, leering underneath the platform at the halfling. "You were only ever a means to an end. The coward Oakenshield has weighed the value of your life, and found it worth [i]nothing[/i]!"
"No!" Bilbo protested angrily, shaking his head. He didn't want to believe what the dragon was telling him. "No, you're lying!"
"What did he promise you," the dragon laughed out loud, "a share of the treasure, as if it was his to give?" another hiss left the great red beast as he snarled in anger. "Well I will not part with a [i]single[/i] coin, not [i]one[/i] piece of it!"