"Company?" Beorn picked up his axe again and eyed them suspiciously as the other man mentioned more people. Of course he remembered very little, if anything at all, of chasing down the very same group in his bear form the night before. "What sort of company?" he thought he recalled scenting dwarves at some point and he could only hope that the short-legged folk were not the company of whom they spoke. He had never been fond of them. "Not dwarves, are they?" the skinchanger asked in a growl.

Thorin shrugged his shoulders as he shook his head in confusion. "I don't know, maybe? I don't understand all this nonsense about energies and what have you. Ridiculous elven magic."