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[proudbraveandtall]

For anyone in Vegas, if you find an opening into that mountain, don't go in it.

[There's a clink of ice against glass, a muttered curse in a language that's not English, liquid pouring.]

There could be a dragon inside.

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[youngestone]

If not before that battle then...yeah.

[He sighs]

Just...for the record? Knowing how you died isn't fun.

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[proudbraveandtall]

I bet. [Hjalti's just going to stare grimly at his empty glass for awhile, as if willing it to refill itself. There's a light, almost musical jingling from the main bedroom at that time, and after a moment Fjola comes padding out to welcome Killian with kisses sleepily, having just awoken from a nap. She's getting big, but she's still not finished growing yet, in that gangly stage between puppy and adult.]

We all had to, to get here, but that one...

All of you were too young. [Especially the boys. And if Killian looks, even with the drink there's a look of grim determination spreading across his father's face.] That's not happening again.

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[youngestone]

We don't know how old Thorin was...and of course it's not happening again. I'm not going to let it.

[He lets Fjola climb on his lap so he can lean against her like a big furry pillow]

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[proudbraveandtall]

Not that much older than me. [He doesn't know specifics, but relative ages aren't that hard to guess - if anything, Thorin seems to be slightly younger (in dwarf terms) than Thorir is now.]

No. I'm not letting it. I'm not losing all you guys again. No fuckin' way.

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[youngestone]

You're not, Dad. Trust me, I'm training every day and getting really good at stabbing things. I can take care of myself.