Who: Thorin and Daenerys (And Doreah sometime) When: Now Where: The tavern she showed him What: Making sure she's all right. And that her dragons are still under control. Warnings: Irritable suspicious Dwarf
He stomped into the inn, heavy boots thumping on the planks of the floor. He'd hoped to find Daenerys here. The girl worried him; her insistence on keeping dragons as... as glorified pets was madness. But she was adamant that she had them under control. And... and he couldn't kill a child's pets, even for her own protection. Even the idea made him see his nephews as they'd been half a century ago, eyes filling with tears over some childish crisis. He sighed to himself, moving to the bar and ordering a large mug of ale.