Before Thorin has entered the small inn in the city of Lakeshire Thorin was wandering for quite some time. Without any real purpose in life, that was what he had mostly done, leaving the elves that he was raised by, he swore to return to them when he had become stronger, to be able to help protect their homes, and to repay them for the hospitality they showed, even though the elves would love for him to stay, Thorin was quite a stubborn man, who felt he was indebted to the elves and on top of that, he wanted to see a bit of the world, thus he left the dense forests of his home and wandered the world. Thorin had seen and done many things in his life, and there was always work to be found. Whether it was helping to build a home, gathering some re for a blacksmith, joining a pack of hunters for food, or joining an army in a small war, he did it all, without complaining, as he liked the diversity of it all.<br/><br/>It was then that his travels brought him to the city of Lakeshire, he had visited this town a few times before, there was pretty much no place that his travels didn't bring him, as the fool had often wandered mapless, believing that he would just see where he would arrive. Seeing as when he arrived it was close to dusk he figured he would be best to take up residence for the night in a nearby inn, while enjoying a drink or two, the first time actually being in this inn, he had no idea of the elven owner of it, and when seeing Alice he figured it would be best if he didn't butt into her lineage, even though he had to admit that she was quite attractive. Paying a for a bed for the night and for a few drinks beforehand, he hadn't even finished his first when he could see Drackson entering the inn. He had fought alongside him in the past, protecting this town from a ragtag attack of goblins with a rather small squad.<br/><br/>''It seems that every time that I leave the forests and find myself in Lakeshire I find myself encoutering you'' He said with a slight chuckle, shaking Dracksons hand. ''The hour is late, but a real wanderer can't say no to a job now, can he? Sit, Drackson, and tell me what you need'' he said, offering him a chair.