[A sweater, jeans and a crown that seems to be the only thing in place at the scene - and at the same time completely out of place. He's certainly badly assembled.

Thorir grinds his teeth, his jaw set firmly, his voice darker and harsher, an unfamiliar accent very pronounced in his words. He doesn't quite seem to be listening to Julien (in truth, he is willfully dragging his attention away from him, hoping against hope that Julien will be gone when he turns back) and turns around slowly, the light wandering over the gold hoard around them, precious metals and stones glinting in the bright light of the lamp.]

I will find a way to stop their machines if they get through the stone. There are ways to do that, and if all else doesn't help, a stop will have to be put to the building efforts. Or perhaps the treasure will have to be moved to another place, where they won't find it... yes. It must be moved.

...a fight. Yes, a fight will have to happen if they come in and find this. If they come in at all. But this will be safe from them.