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somethingprecious[Action - Accidental Audio]
[There is a very small (around three feet and some odd inches tall) man with large, furry feet running down the hall in a panic, his hand gripping an open journal. He looks very frazzled, clothes charred along with burn marks on his cheeks and feet like someone got a little too close to a wildfire.
Or a dragon.]
Thorin- Thorin!
[These halls aren't familiar to him, but then again neither are the halls of Erebor so off he goes in search for some Dwarves that aren't here in a place he has never stepped foot in before.]
We made a- a horrible mistake...! Oh no, oh no... [Bilbo slows down finally in the middle of a hallway, breathing out as his heart races ahead of him. He looks back down at the journal that just suddenly appeared on his person only a few moments ago, his thumb holding onto a few pages. Nothing about this makes sense.]
What have we done...
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