"Do you know what you're doing, Sorlin? You can't go on like this, it's akin to declaring war!"
On the city wall, Bilbo's hair was disheveled, his clothes covered in dust and grime, showing an expression of 'I simply don't know what to say' as he looked at the abnormal Sorlin.
These days, ever since driving away Smaug, they spent most of their time in the treasury of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, searching through the Golden Silver Sea, hoping to find the King's Gemstone.
Let alone the thick dragon stench left by Smaug, even the dust accumulated over the years on the Golden Silver Sea was suffocating.
The hobbits initially were amazed and captivated by the spectacular wealth, but within just a few hours, Bilbo was already thinking wildly about whether he could exchange a bowl-sized gem for some pure Shire tobacco leaves.
Moreover, Elbo is simply too big, they have only a dozen people, and all manpower is focused on searching for the gemstone.
