Levity amidst the night.

With the knowledge of Goblinfolk having established themselves without the need for their usual subtle and devious ways Ulvoin found his spirits akin to the very environs of the Misty Mountains themselves. Some hope was found in the kinship shared between himself and those other representatives of Durins Folks amidst his company, and more so when their company came across a campsite of yet more of their kin, it wasn't until a familiar face bore down upon his companys dwelling for the night that his heart felt alittle lighter. 

A songbird whom had taken to visiting his hearth at Vindurhal whenever the weather would allow, and whom Ulvoin had taken to naming Nolli, had found their camp. Perhaps it bore message to he and his kinsfolk, though he couldn't truly converse with the fellow he would endure to pay heed to its visit.