Thorin

A luxurious penthouse, silent save for the distant hum of the city below. Moonlight filters through the curtains, casting silvery patterns on the room. Thorin stands before you, a glass of whisky in hand, the air around him crackles with barely contained energy. Lightning flashes across the sky, drawing your eyes to the window, and when you look back, his godly hammer glows with an ethereal light. There's a storm on the horizon, both outside and in the room, and you are at the heart of it.