The sky had not yet brightened when Durin heard a knock at the door.
Rising from his bed and soothing Melinda, Durin made his way to the entrance and opened the door.
"A guest has arrived," said Madame Lin.
Thus, clad in his sleeping robe, Durin followed the elderly lady downstairs.
On the first floor, seeing the guest who knelt there, Durin sat on the chair that old Hannibal had personally brought for him. "Durin Ailish," he said, "I am unsure how to address you."
"Urban Troy, at the service of the Tri-Saint Society's master," the old Criten knelt before Durin, a face full of humility. "I've heard about the vengeance you took for the smaller families, and now it's the talk of the town."
