Hah! Another ally walks under the mountain! Welcome, friend.
You’ve got the look of someone I’d share my mead with.
Our halls echo once more with song — and hammer.
The forges burn bright again, and our axes are sharp.
Khazâd ai-mênu! You’ve nothing to fear among us.
You walk safe here — the Balrog's long gone.
You smell like the wind above… lucky you.
If you need gear, speak to the quartermaster. Finest steel west of Erebor!
We carved these halls with blood and stone. Now we defend them with pride.
It's good to see friendly faces again in these dark halls.
Ever seen mithril? Stick around. You might get lucky.
We’ve lost much, but we’ve regained more.
Pull up a bench, friend. The fire’s warm, the ale strong.
Don’t mind the echoes. The mountain still remembers us.
Every pickaxe swing is a song of home.
You fight well. Perhaps there's dwarf blood in you!
The East-gate is secure. For now.
Durin smiles on you, outsider — treat his house with respect.
We may be short, but our memories are long — and you’ve earned a place in them.
Together, we make the dark tremble. Welcome to Khazad-dûm!
Durin will soon wake up.