IC Inbox

[disdainfully]

✆ THORSSON's hardware
You have reached Thorsson's hardware, my name is Dory Valin. What can I do for you?

✆ the Thorsson residence
You have reached the private number of Þórir, Mardís, Jón, Albin. Filbert, Killian and whoever else happens to be home right now. If you are calling for business matters, please call xxx-xxxx-xxx instead. If not, please record your message after the tone and you will hear from us.

✆ Thorir's mobile
Hello, this is Þórir.

And the network options
✆ voice | ✉ text | ➲ video

Comments

[disdainfully]

I hope so.

[More for his family's sake than for his own.]

I don't know. ...We could use my sword to find out. [It's unique enough that they won't have much of an issue recognizing it when it returns, and then they will know if marks will stay on echoed items.]

[thebalrogslayer]

[Gabriel's more concerned about that then he should be given that it's, well, Thorir's sword. But there was that memory that came with it, the friend who had owned it before...]

If you're willing to risk it. Or we could use mine?

[disdainfully]

Either works. Alternatively, a set of clothing or anything else that we pulsed back.

[thebalrogslayer]

[Insert picture text with Gabriel and his elf stone.]

This thing seems to be mostly useless, how about this?

[disdainfully]

If you will sacrifice it.

[Because if they put a mark on this Thorir doubts that it will be restored easily.]

[thebalrogslayer]

I'd rather mine than yours.

[And now he's left thinking: how did this sword, wielded by an elf that Glorfindel knew, come to be in Thorin's hands?]

It's still in Locke, though. I thought there were enough weapons here should I need one. I can fetch it next time I go back.