Where do we go from here?

A long minute passed before everyone relaxed. Val stuck out her head from her hiding place, eyes wide in fear. She looked hard at the broken droid, hoping that it would not start moving again. “Why?” Val asked, “Why did papa bring it back? Did he want to repair it? How could it have started up again? Its batteries were completely depleted. There were so many systems that had failed. I thought maybe he wanted it for spare parts, that he could craft something … or maybe he wanted as for something like a … scarecrow or something. Something to scare away the superstitious and barbar …” she stopped staring at Erebor. “Anyway … we, you need to find papa, bring him back!”

Gerrol held Val as she began to sob. Jorham patted her on the back. “Praise Valeria that you are OK. We will find your father, we will find Khonnir.” He caught Gerrot’s eye, who nodded agreement. Erebor frowned, he wanted vengeance. Staring at the remains of the robot, remembering the massive robot that killed his clan. “No.” he muttered, “I can’t … I have to follow the demon …” Joram turned on him curtly, “I will hold you to our bargain sir!” Erebor began to retort, but then nodded his assent. “Joram looked to the two, “Now …” he began, “where can we find a couple more.” The sound of the revelers filled the room.