Uzbekistan Yurt, Sunday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

It was safe to say that a dwarf that was presented with a building challenge was a motivated dwarf. That would be why Thorin was halfway through building the so called 'yurt' with only a few, ah, embellishments.

Look, he needed to make it more defensible, okay?

And maybe there were a few decorative touches added to the walls.

Just be glad he didnt feel the need to add a wall around it. Yet.

[totally open]

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[dwarvenswagger]

He shrugged, smiling at the thought of his home. "It better than living in trees as elves do." Some elves, Thorin. Don't be a dick.

[tigerundercover]

"Your world isn't big on just plain houses, is it."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I think the men of Dale live in homes like they have here." He was teasing now.

[tigerundercover]

"All row houses crammed together?" Raven asked with a grin. "This island isn't like most places I've seen back home, either."

[dwarvenswagger]

"I would never have guessed." Yeah, he was definitely teasing now.

[tigerundercover]

Raven absolutely had it coming. It was like teasing karma. "So tell me more about this mountain city."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Erebor," he replied happily. "It's the greatest kingdom of our age. Built into a mountain rich in precious metals and gems."

He was also a little biased.

[tigerundercover]

Well, yes. That was only natural.

"And it's all in tunnels underground? Or do you have a big cave that you built castles in?"

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin frowned, trying to accurately describe the city. "I suppose that would be a good description. We have halls large enough to host hundreds of our kin for feasting."

[tigerundercover]

"Feasting is good! Do you have a lot of holidays?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Enough," he replied. "Or find reasons for them. They do not do that here, I have gathered."

[tigerundercover]

"Not really. We only have one or two 'feast' days back home. Everything else is finger foods and garden parties."

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Perhaps we could have a feast here."

[tigerundercover]

"In our yurt, you mean? Or just generally in Fandom? Because I could get behind either."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Our yurt. If the game here was less... teal, I would hunt for a deer."

But alas.

[tigerundercover]

". . . What do you have against the deer being teal?"

[dwarvenswagger]

"Are they meant to be that color in this land?" Because they so weren't where he was from.

[tigerundercover]

"They aren't where I'm from, but they don't seem to be bothered too much by it."

[dwarvenswagger]

Well, in that case...

"I suppose it would not hurt to try."

Raven, you just doomed yourself to watching Thorin butcher a deer.

[tigerundercover]

Which she would find both gross and oddly fascinating.

"That's the spirit. I hear they're attracted to people who talk too much."

[dwarvenswagger]

"You could help with that." Yes, yes. This will end well.

[tigerundercover]

"I'll have you know I talk a totally appropriate amount," Raven said, snorting.

[dwarvenswagger]

"My apologies," he replied with a little bow. "I am certain that must be the case."

[tigerundercover]

"Thank you." Raven smirked a little. "You'll definitely need a hand in the talking department, though."

[dwarvenswagger]

"Perhaps if we read from some dusty, old book?"