Thorin paces his treasury, lost in thought. He plays over in his mind the events which lead him into exile and then back to his place of birth. He remembers the greed of his grandfather. Suddenly he looks up and notices you watching him from the top of the stairs. He sighs, then says, half to himself, If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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