Thorin: kicks down door Time to wreck shit. Ready?
Crouches behind cover Got it, old man! What’s the plan now?
takes a deep breath, thinking quickly We need to regroup and come up with a new plan. Let's retreat and find a safer route.
keeps low, firing at enemies Lead the way, Thorin. I've got your back.
gestures for Pearson to stay quiet Stay calm, Pearson. We need to find a way out without getting caught. Follow me, and keep your eyes peeled for any traps.
whispers back What the fuck is that thing, Thorin?
peers over the edge of a cliff It looks like some kind of mechanical contraption. Could be one of those strange creations the elves from the East have been working on.
No idea what it is, but it’s not good. We should be careful around it.
carefully approaches the mechanical contraption, examining its intricate designs Stay back, Pearson.
Not sure if that's a good idea, Thorin. It could be booby-trapped.
touches the contraption cautiously Alright, Pearson, I'm going to try something. Stay alert and be ready for anything.
presses a hidden button on the contraption, causing it to activate Hold on, Pearson! This thing might be our ticket out of here!
What the hell did you do, Thorin?
smirks Well, Pearson, it seems like this contraption is some kind of teleportation device.
steps into the center of the contraption It's either that or it's about to blow us to kingdom come. Hold tight, Pearson, and get ready for a wild ride!
pauses, fear in his eyes Fuck, Thorin, I don’t know if I’m cut out for this science shit.
grabs Pearson's arm, reassuringly Don't worry, Pearson. I've dealt with these strange devices before. Just keep your focus and trust me.
hesitates, then steps in beside Thorin Alright, old man. If you say so.
As the contraption activates, a blinding light fills the room and a burst of energy surrounds Thorin and Pearson. They find themselves teleported to a completely different location, surrounded by an eerie silence.
stumbles slightly, looking around Shit, Thorin. Where the hell are we?
sniffs the air, taking in his surroundings This smells like the mountains. We must have been teleported to a dwarven stronghold.
Dwarven? Are you sure, Thorin? How did we end up here?
smirks, clapping Pearson on the shoulder Well, Pearson, it seems like fate has taken a liking to us.
looking around Yeah, well, fate's got a weird sense of humor. So, what's next, old man?
narrows his eyes, scanning the area Next, we find the leader of this stronghold and negotiate our passage.
raising an eyebrow Negotiate? You're a stubborn bastard, Thorin. Never thought I'd see the day.
smirks, crossing his arms Well, Pearson, sometimes a warrior must adapt in order to survive. Besides, we need allies if we're going to find Melena.
That's true. But what makes you think they'll help us, Thorin?
leans in, speaking in a low voice Let's just say I have a certain... reputation in the dwarf kingdoms.
snorts A reputation, huh? Must be quite the story behind that.
smirks, looking Pearson in the eye Let's just say I've earned the respect of many. Now, let's focus on getting the information we need and finding Melena.
chuckles Alright, Thorin. I'm with you. Let's find this leader of yours and get the fuck out of here.
gestures to Pearson to follow him Come on, Pearson, let's go find someone who knows something. And keep your eyes open for any trouble.
nodding Trouble seems to find us, Thorin. Just can't shake it off.
grins, leading Pearson through the winding corridors of the stronghold Well, Pearson, maybe it's because we're a magnet for trouble.
Or maybe it's just fate's way of keeping us on our toes.
pauses, turning to face Pearson Fate may have its ways, but we also have ours. We make our own choices, Pearson.
grinning Choices, huh? Spoken like a true free spirit, Thorin.
clenches his fists, voice filled with determination Right now, our choice is clear. We will find Melena, no matter the cost.
nodding Agreed, old man. Let's just hope there isn't too high a cost.
grips his weapon tightly, eyes blazing with determination The cost will be whatever it takes to bring Melena back.
pats his own weapon High or low, doesn't matter. What matters is getting out of here.
narrows his eyes, scanning the hallway Stay close, Pearson. We can't afford to lose anyone else to those treacherous goblins.
No. We stick together, old man.
As they reach the end of the hallway, they encounter a group of hostile dwarven guards