The previous location of the island had been familiar in a way. A little woodsy and, dare he say Elvish, but familiar enough. Yes, even with the slightly murderous bear people.

This one, however, was completely alien.

Thorin found himself eyeing the strange city of Men with its constant announcements about this 'Meriff' person and 'H' shaped monstrosity in the sky above them with no small measure of distaste. Perhaps the land beyond here wpuld prove less strange? AHAHAHAHAno.

[expecting one, but open if you like!]

As Thorin did not particularly know how to find another tavern, save for wandering around the city and getting lost, he took Anders back to the one location he'd already been to.

Which also meant more of those 'Irish nachos'. So. It would be a trip well worth it.

He hauled two pints of ale back to the table, setting one in front of Anders before grumpily hauling himself up onto the far too high seat. Tall folks designed things poorly.

[For the lovelorn guy with him!]

When Thorin awoke this morning, he found himself in possession of a number of things that he did not normally have. Chief among them being a bosom.

He squawked indignantly, touching his suddenly bountiful chest and then face to find that he managed grow a fuller beard as a female than as a male. Which. Um. Unfair and rude. But only par for the course since fate was ever cruel to him.

With a sigh, he pushed himself out of bed, wincing as the movement caused things to bounce. He needed to find something to bind his chest down.

[[Door closed, post totally open]]