[center][h2][color=999999]Thurin Stoutarm[/color][/h2][/center]

Thurin's curiosity had already been piqued once the strange music had wafted into the clearing like a curious scent. He hoisted himself up, and didn't bother putting the boots back on his thick and callused feet before he approached toward Ofnir and his path. There was a bit of water still dripping off his feet as he stomped over, ape-like and powerful arms swaying side to side, fists enclosed. 

"[color=999999]I do not believe any part of this place is accidental.[/color]" he said, huffing through his beard. The mere thought was absurd, but there must be something more to what was going on than Thurin was privvy to. Ofnir wasn't stupid and wouldn't say things without meaning off handedly. Thurin sword Wizards were sometimes as conniving as Elves, and could say yes and no at the same time without effort.