Thorin doesn't take too kindly to this brushing off of his custom - intended as an insult or not. His lips press together, clamped tight to keep him from getting too loud even as his annoyance bubbled into anger beneath his skin.

"Then we get more piercings," Thorin growled.

He knew a Dwarf who had shaved his head to make room for more tattoos, so it was not unheard of for a Dwarf to indeed run out of skin after losing too many treasured comrades. Still, it wasn't something that happened frequently.

"We do not do this in honor of every Dwarf who falls in battle - only those whom we treasure dearly."