Bard has been walking great distances to help the rest of the citizens in need of supplies. "Take only what you need, we have a long march ahead", he spoke aloud, unaware that the she-elf was near him. Finally, hearing her question, he turned to her. "There is only one place", he gestured to the mountain. Looking back at her, he went back to tying a few loose ends to a roll of wood. "What is it you know?", he asked her, after reading her expression of worry. 

Saeril steered herself in flight towards her destination, and she noticed the construction, as well as the damage upon the great landscape. Seeing the hole of the gate wide open, she flew herself inside, landing inside on the rocky terrain. Looking around, she let her wings turn back into her cloak, before she began to walk, dragging the end of her cloak behind her, as she searched for her Dwarven companions. More notably, Kili. Coming upon the treasure hoard at the top of the stairwell, all the she-elf could do was gaze in shock at the mountain of Durin's enormous wealth. Letting go of her gaze upon it, Saeril moved herself to the armoury room, where a few of the dwarves were. "You're still mad, aren't you?", the she-elf solemnly asked herself that was meant for Kili. It did make sense why he wasn't present with the rest of his companions.