The eldest dwarf bowed to Thorin. “Doc son of Dorc, at your service. And these are my companions.”
A dwarf rubbed his sleepy eyes. Another blushed and looked down bashfully.
“I love adventures!” one cried with a happy smile, while his neighbor mumbled grumpily, “We will come to a bad end."
The beardless youngling gave Thorin a dopey stare. Beside him, a dwarf buried his face in a handkerchief and sneezed.
“I am honored by your interest in this venture.” Thorin bowed to his visitors. “But I have already chosen the party.” Very funny, Gandalf. I will throttle that wizard.