"I'll be going then, Father." Kothar said, he felt torn by the recent revelations of his father's intentions, he needed time to gather his thoughts.
"Leaving so soon, son? Wait a minute, I've got something to give you." Tam said, walking over to the writing desk that was ducked away in one corner of the simply decorated room.
Here. Take this key, you can stay in the house for as long as you need, don't worry, you won't be disturbed." Tam opened the drawer of the writing desk, and gave Kothar a large metal key, smiling at him as he tucked it into his hand.
Kothar returned the smile, though inside he could only focus on the sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Ah, son. Before you go, your Uncle isn't in Balin, he won't be back for some time, so don't spend too long waiting around for him." Tam called out to Kothar as he got up to leave.
