[All things considered, a very familiar voice in the crowd milling before his spot is not among the things he's expected to hear. The tone itself is even familiar - as the one it belongs to is grumbly for all those polite Hobbit manners - but Thorin knows for certain that he must be clearly hearing things. Or it's the illusion. Either way, he's fairly sure he's completely misheard, until he actually catches sight of the owner himself, and for a moment (though he certainly won't admit it) he's very, very confused.
Their burglar, last Thorin laid eyes on him, had been talking to Gandalf, about the wizard's leaving, certainly not in this strange place.
And for a moment, he simply ponders those implications, watching the Hobbit draw closer, before speaking up, just loud enough to be heard.]
Master Baggins. [The Hobbit is here. That could, perhaps, mean the others are as well, and while that does none of them any good with their quest, it somewhat lends credence to this being somewhat real (if still an illusion, though he's quickly being swayed to the idea that it is not).]
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Their burglar, last Thorin laid eyes on him, had been talking to Gandalf, about the wizard's leaving, certainly not in this strange place.
And for a moment, he simply ponders those implications, watching the Hobbit draw closer, before speaking up, just loud enough to be heard.]
Master Baggins. [The Hobbit is here. That could, perhaps, mean the others are as well, and while that does none of them any good with their quest, it somewhat lends credence to this being somewhat real (if still an illusion, though he's quickly being swayed to the idea that it is not).]