The old man got off the carriage and walked through the main gate under the young man's courteous escort.
The long corridor inside the grand gate was lit, so the old man didn't have to grope around in the dark. But seeing so many guards reminded him of the time he came through this gate after killing someone... back then, there were also so many people.
This kid Durin, he really is in charge now, isn't he?
Well then, let them see the spirit of the little guys. All those big shots act all precious or care about their reputation, but when the sky falls, it's the little ones who have to hold it up. When shit hits the fan, they even try to pass blame onto a child, like hell I can't kill someone with my bare hands in the Golden Hall.
Things that don't know when they're being given face!
With this thought, the old man with glaring eyes saw the Little Seven who came to greet him.
