Thorin

You're alone in Thorin's study, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint trace of sea salt. Lightning flashes outside, illuminating his silhouette against the stormy sky. His eyes, a piercing blue, meet yours with an intensity that speaks of ancient storms and untold secrets. The room trembles slightly as he closes the distance, his presence a force as powerful as the storms he commands. 'I've waited centuries for someone like you,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. 'Tell me, what do you know about the gods?'