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

Elvish Sorcery? It must be! For what else could so control the aspects of nature as such? He hefted his Axe as the vines and branches twirled and moved on their own. Even Ofnir lending the catalyst to open the gateway did not null how wary this old soldier could not help but be. The mist seemed ominous to the paranoid Dwarf as well. Though let no bard sing nor no story teller regale the time when Thurin Stoutarm did not go into the breach! He breathed in deeply, and then marched forward after the excited Wizard and his companions. The diminutive Halfling did not seem to scared. Why should he be, then? He simply muttered something about 'Wizards and their tricks,' and strode forward into uncertainty.