[center][h2][color=999999]Thurin Stoutarm[/color][/h2][/center] 

Thurin chewed the last bits of his second fish, glancing at the little Halfling lass as she gulped down her fish almost too swiftly to comprehend. He let out a chuckle, and a friendly smile. He had grown quite fond of the little folk. The mushrooms that were brought did not particularly interest him. Mushrooms weren't meant for a Dwarf unless they had little else to eat. He remembered they were popular among Hobbits and Bree Men. Elves too, apparently. 

"[color=999999]Great bear you, say?[/color]" he asked aloud, his great arms now resting on his short but strong legs. He wiped his mouth with his black beard. He would say no more, but instead tried to decipher if fighting such a beast was anything close to fighting a Cave Troll. Dwarves had certain techniques for dealing with such creatures. Would they work on this beast as well? He supposed he could use a new bear pelt as well...