_{“I’ve told you before and I will tell you again–” Bard spoke, his calm demeanor wavering as he watched the dwarven king sitting upon his throne. If this royal visit to Erebor was not to end in complete failure, they would have to agree on something.}

_{“Folk on the River Running expect the tradesmen there by the beginning of every week. If your goods and trinkets are delayed by a day, it interrupts the entire flow between Erebor and Dale, extending to Laketown. You cannot simply decide to change these things without informing me about it. Surely you have an understanding of such matters, your Grace.”}