Thurin Stoutarm
Le nain écouta l'explication de Calariel, et s'inclina. "Oui, c'est une bonne idée de découvrir ce qui se passe autour d'elle..."
"Mmmpff...ster Dwarf." Il entendit de derrière lui, et se tourna pour voir la jeune fille qui s'approchait de lui, mâchant de bon cœur sur un gâteau. Elle n'avait pas l'air de remarquer qu'elle prenait un grignot même quand elle marchait. "Ellaryn Bracegirdle à votre service, et une tranche de maison dans ce délicieux gâteau au chocolat est à vous aussi."
Thurin a léché les lèvres et a pris l'assiette, lui donnant un clin d'œil. "Mes remerciements! Thurin Stoutarm à la vôtre! Je n'ai pas eu de bon gâteau depuis des années." Il s'écria, puis se mit à manger son comble avec ses grosses mains, dévorant la délicieuse gâterie en deux bouchées, avant d'essuyer sa barbe sur sa bouche. "Un bon repas!" C'est ce qu'il a dit. Il se prosterna devant le peuple de l'Auberge, puis suivit le Hobbit jusqu'aux escaliers, ses pas ressemblant plus à des coups de pied qu'à ses pas tranquilles.
Name: Thurin Stoutarm
Age: 118
Sex: M
Race: Dwarf
Class: Fighter
Equipment: backpack, a week's worth of rations, small tent, whetstone, bandage x 2. A dwarf-made two-handed ax(35), Mail Armor (20) Leather armor over it (15) Saddled Pony, Oil (10), Torch x2 (6), Whetstone (5), Flask (5).
Background story: He was a young Dwarf from the Ironhills when the call to battle reached his hold. He was 40 years old, with a beard that didn't reach his belt, and marched forward to the Battle of the Five Armies. He remembered the elvish arrows and the Orc scimitars, himself felling a few Orcs himself. He helped bury the dead, and held himself both physically and mentally well despite his youth.
He stayed in Erebor to work the mines, and then volunteered for Balin's adventure to Khaza-dum. He was never a heroic dwarf, but he had always been reliable and duty bound. Thurin made his way into the Misty Mountains with Balin and the Dwarven group, before they were attacked by Goblins and Trolls. He was one of the runners sent out to give word they were being attacked, and tried to arrive to Erebor but was cut off from it being attacked by Mordor's forces. He knew he couldn't make it in, so he decided to go back into the Misty Mountains to fight with his brethren, but found them all dead. He had been wandering ever since, looking for a way to atone for his failings.