Sirk mouths a careless whisper to a locked door. Torg goes halvsies with Longo. Loftar can't spell slaughter without laughter. Clovis splits. Torg and Kelda share a heartfelt moment that embodies the true spirit of Tolkien.

Sirk ruminates over the condition of Loftar's junk. Loremaster introduces a powerful new female voice and a flatulent dwarf enters the scene. Torg smokes weed for several hours whilst 'networking'.

An old woman reminisces about bumping uglies. Sirk explains the delicate nature of libraries, concerning blood and feces. Torg makes a savvy deal which places his companions in the path of a drake. Loftar watches the watchmen and was banned from a band.

The company thoroughly poke through the remains of orcs and ruins, revealing Loftar's orc-killing fetish. A shadow of the past creeps back into the lands, and there is a growing concern that hobbits might be lying little shits. Loremaster eats a delicious hamburger during a forced march.

Loftar catches up to a group of orcs, ruining their day. But not before the orc arrows ruined Torg's shirt. The Loremaster ruins all of Sirk's fun. No mention of Rhun, though. Missed opportunity really.

Travellers on the road become companions when they encounter a broken cart in the city of Dale. A hobbit, an old woman and some ruffians shed light on a growing concern. Torg rouses the 'Erebor First' supporters amongst the dwarf population.