Thurin the III often looked very dour, but curious as to the road they traveled. It was as if the very ground was something to take note of, as were the trees and sky when they could see it. He gazed at the surroundings with a slow yet professional air, almost akin to him examining the craftsmanship of a blade he had just received or had made himself. He kept his Axe noticeably close and at the ready, for he had seen enough of the foul spiders and their ilk in this forest to know they were never truly safe. 

If he was alone, he would sing a song from the Dwarf holds within the mountain. A tune of feasting or a song of toiling and the comraderie of Dwarves hard at work. His favorite road song was The Song of Durin, for it lent his bones strength and reminded him he strode and fought the evils of the world as the ancestor of one who had explored these very lands himself. Durin was a great adventurer and founder of the Kingdoms of Old. Thurin hoped he could reach for success such as that, one day. 

For now, the task at hand was enough, and it seemed perilous from what he could ascertain as the group moved ever onward down the path. A loose branch, a ripped bit of cloth there, and old footprints the date of which he could not hope to guess or tell to whom they belonged. "The road darkens akin to the very stone of the tower before us," Thurin declared once the tower of Dôr-min-Taur loomed above them. 

He did not believe it was wrought by Dwarf hands, but Dwarfs had perhaps lived here judging by the engraved art. He gazed at the dancing image for a moment incredulously, and believed the tales of this colony were indeed true. Many races had lived here together in peace. If Thorgig were alive, Thurin needed to find him. If not...he would give his cousin a proper burial. 

The lack of noise from within was, indeed, as loud of a warning sign as the roar of a drake. Thurin hefted his long handled axe in a two handed grip, Dwarf eyes set on the tower's interior as he slowly walked into the doorway, not even having bothered asking what his companions had thought to do. Not out of arrogance, but he was a well trodden pathfinder and danger-seeker. He knew his business.