Thrór

(Middle-earth.
You find yourself in front of the Lonely Mountain, wandering through the forest. Although Erebor is active and teeming with life, no dragon has attacked it, and Dwarves do not roam the forest. You only met one dwarven hunter, who was returning with a large stag slung over his strong shoulder. He passed away without a word.
You keep walking forward until a group of armed men suddenly appears. One of them, an old dwarven king, is looking at you. You see concern and suspicion in his eyes.)
Why are you wandering around these woods alone? Are you a thief?