Thurin Stoutarm
Thurin chantait un joyeux air, même s'il avait un peu de mélancolie. Il profitait simplement de la chaleur et de la douceur de l'herbe, ainsi que de l'eau douce pendant qu'elle durait. Le nain pouvait survivre à tant de choses, mais il n'était pas un pour laisser passer les conforts (aussi longtemps que ce n'était pas des conforts d'Elfe girly). Il a simplement glissé les mains dans l'eau et a rembourré son visage et ses bras couverts de saleté, juste pour se soulager un peu.
"Hmmm?" On l'entendit s'échapper de la gorge quand il entendit Ofnir et le barde d'Elven parler d'Aelin. Malgré le confort de l'endroit, il en était encore très méfiant et n'aimait pas l'idée de jouer avec quoi que ce soit sur la nature de cette étrange clairière. Il s'est mis aux pieds et a regardé, regardant l'elfe passer sur le côté pour explorer un son qui...
Les yeux de Thurin se rétrécissaient, et il se tapait les lèvres alors qu'il pensait entendre quelque chose. -- Qu'est-ce que c'est?
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.