#;dwalin

  He met his old friend's rhetorical question with an arch of his bushy eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You sound as if you gain amusement from my predicament." he rumbled moodily, then wiped his dirt and sweat ridden face with an old rag and unceremoniously slumped his hefty bulk onto an old armchair, tossing his great mane like a furious beast.  "I detest these traders from Arnor!" he spat without warning then, indignant anger flaring like thunder in his steely eyes; "They treat us with contempt and pay us too little, and never upfront." the master smith shook his head bitterly at the thought of his poorly retributed labour, brows furrowing to carve deep ridges on his weary forehead. How much more humiliation would he have to endure for the sake of a few miserable coins, scarcely enough to feed them?