Forging an Alliance

<Thorim, for the first time since your meeting him, smiles.>$b$bThis is all beginning to have the smell of fate's hand, $r.$b$bYour discovery is what remains of my armor, long ago cast off in a fit of grief and left to the elements. Only the sons of Hodir are capable of its reforging, for they are its original creators.$b$bPerhaps you've done enough to soften their hatred of me. Seek out their king, Jokkum, if he still breathes.$b$bFind your way into his good graces and plead for his assistance.