Thurin Stoutarm
Thurin le nain a reniflé, puis a craché un peu de flegme sur le sol, s'occupant de ses propres affaires et regardant le flanc du groupe. Outre le moment occasionnel étrange comme celui-là, il se tenait aussi immobile et vigilant qu'une statue, ses mains robustes reposant sur la tête de sa hache. Il n'était pas un à prendre des ordres, et souvent il n'a même pas pris de suggestions. Mais il allait s'assurer que quelqu'un regarde leur dos de toute façon. Pourquoi pas?
C'est quand Ofnir a parlé et les plaisanteries ont été faites qu'il a commencé à regarder en arrière, avant qu'il a décidé de passer à la bande et groupe vers le haut. Ils semblaient être sur le point de bouger, et n'étaient pas en danger immédiat. Au début, il n'a rien dit au nouveau compagnon, se contentant de battre le cheval d'Ellaryn, ainsi que le sien. "Oui, la nourriture a l'air bonne." Il l'a dit au Halfling Bracegirdle, avant de s'approcher de Lyanna et de lui donner un arc. "Thurin Stoutarm, à votre service." Il a dit que sa barbe balayait la neige.
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.