“This is a joke,” Thorin said laughing; incredulous.
“I assure you, it is no joke,” Thrain replied.
“It has to be!” Thorin insisted. “Because if it isn’t, then it’s insane!”
“I’ve not lost my mind,” Thrain said dryly.
“Then whoever suggested the whole
must be insane!” Thorin said.
Thrain sighed; it was going to be a long argument.
"You've planned this for months," Thorin stated. "Why am I just now hearing of it?!"
Thrain raised an eyebrow at his son. "Let us just say that your ... reaction was foreseen."
Thorin huffed out a sigh, then asked, “Why can’t we simply buy what we need?”
“You know perfectly well why!" Thrain said tersely; he was getting irritated.
“We’ve barely the money to pay the miners and keep the mines running … mines, I’d needn’t remind you, that produce very little copper, even less silver and no gold.”
“But why must it be you to … ‘
’ the price?” Thorin asked. “Why not Dis, or some minor royal?”
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