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

Thurin muttered to himself as he followed the skipping old wizard and the munching Halfling. First it was cold, then it was hot. First there was a bear, now he didn't know when he'd see one. First they were on a journey, now there's a door! He knew there must be a tune or a poem in this somewhere, but he'd think on it later. Right now they had more important things to worry on, like a different song. "[color=999999]Oi, you mean that song the Elf back there was playing? Or you mean the tune we were hearing flowing into the Oasis just a second ago, because I don't think any of us have sung it, nor do I fancy we know how to replay it again. Unless ye got some wizard's trick.[/color]" 
If he had to take a guess, Ofnir did indeed have some plan, by Durin's beard.