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

Thurin was humming a merry tune, though it had somewhat of a melancholy to it. He was simply enjoying the warmth and the softness of the grass, as well as the mild water while it lasted. The Dwarf could survive so many things, but he wasn't one to pass up the comforts (as long as it wasn't girly Elf comforts). He simply slipped his hands into the water and padded down his dirt covered face and arms, just to relieve himself a bit. 

"[color=999999]Hmmm?[/color]" was heard escaping his throat when he heard Ofnir and the Elven bard Aelin conversing. Despite the comfort of the place, he was still quite suspicious of it and didn't like the idea of toying with anything about the nature of this strange glade. He got to his feet and looked about, watching the Elf go over to the side to explore some sound that- 
Thurin's eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips as he thought he heard something. "[color=999999]What is that?[/color]"