A tangled skein - adventures in western Middle-earth using the LOTR5e system

Even if Orin had been the type to be easily offended, the journey had killed most of the fight in him. Mostly, but not entirely. So, after a particularly deep breath to muster his strength, Orin forced himself to stand a little more straight back, raised a hand while wearing a face as if he meant to strike, and then... clapped it on Hildebrand's shoulder! That is, if reflex hadn't prompted the hobbit to slip away and avoid the hand altogether, thus causing the dwarf to fall off balance and lose the rest of any dignity left to him.

But if things played out as the dwarf intended, he give the hobbit a pained grin and say, "You're a good one, Master Hildebrand. A right treasure more precious than almost any jewel one might find beneath the earth!" He'd declared before letting out a hearty chuckle. But as the laughter dies down, his expression soon turned more serious. "But, as much as I appreciate the offer, I cannot acquiesce." His tone is firm, and in turning away to carry on to the whatever campsite was chosen, it's clear he considered the conversation over.

The following Day:

Despite seeming to have recovered at least some of his strength, Orin hardly spoke in more than a few syllables. And unless someone made mention of needing someone to stay back and watch the horses, then the dwarf doesn't hesitate to follow Aethelbrim's example in unlatching a few excess supplies to leave with the horses. "Mn. Give here." He said with a bit of a grunt and a hand extended towards Aethel, ready to take up the lantern.