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Tormund eventually found his way back to the table where his son was drinking.

"Balin, me boy! Where's King Elyas?", the bearded giant asked.

"He went to welcome other nobles, father.", Balin answered, without turning his head to the King of Farrun. Tormund turned his head to see what could draw Balin's attention so much and he smirked when he saw what it was.

Indeed my son., he thought.

The fat, moustached breton entered the room, still unsure about that late hour summoning.

"My Duke?", he called for as he entered the throne room, "Duke Draluc?"

"He can hear you just fine, Borgus. No need to keep repeating yourself.", a familiar female's voice answered and Borgus trembled with both fear and cold, which he knew that would probably put a wide smile in the woman's face.

''N-not h-her...Damn it! Put yourself together, Borgus!''

"My sincere apologies, my Lady Lis. Unlike you and your brother, I'm not used to this kind of darkness.", he said, firmly.

"Jussst sssit down, Borgusss. We don't have much time to plan.", it seemed that Dùlan was also in there. Borgus started to wonder if another strange voice would join the chat and say something, but the silence remained until he decided to take his seat by the table. The cold stone seat was almost  as uncomfortable as the dark cold breeze blowing inside the room, yet Borgus knew that this was the place to be right now.

"Alright, let'sss commence, ssshall we?", Dùlan said, taking his seat by the table.