"Nor had I," Thorin grumbled.

His deep blue eyes glanced about, as if he feared the very castle itself was listening - which was actually more likely than not.

"It's a living thing, sometimes," Thorin's voice was a low growl. "It watches, it makes decisions, it invites things here to prey upon the residents..."

As if he could forget the Gentlemen...

"When you die here, if it pleases the castle, it will bring you back to life."