Bilbo had arranged to meet Thorin for a drink at the designated place he had arranged. He had never been to The Death Match Bar and Fight Club before, so this was something new for him. He tentatively made his way inside the bar and looked around. There were many faces he didn't recognise and he felt nerves build up inside of him. Spotting a hairy dwarf should be easy enough, right?

It was then he saw Thorin, sat at the bar with a drink in his hand. Bilbo scurried along to meet him and had a grin over his face. "You found the bar alright then, I see. What are you drinking?"