It was as if Thorin remembered something "There are halls, beneath these halls within this Mountain. Places we can fortify...make safe. Yes! Yes! That is it...We must move the Gold futher beneath, for safety." Thorin began to walk away from his throne, once he stood up.

"Many die in war! Life is cheap." Came Thorin's somewhat heartless responce. "But a treasure such as this, cannot be counted a life lost. It is worth, all the blood we can spend!"

"Do not speak to me, like I am some Lowly Dwarf Lord." Thorin breathed out; getting agitated. "As if I was still Thorin..Okaenshield." He almost sobbed...before drawing out his sword. "I am your King!" he yelled out, swinging his sword in a drunken way..almost falling to the side.