"Sorlin Oak Shield, you shameless Dwarf usurper!"
Smaug leisurely toyed with Bilbo's nerves again, even though the Hobbit could see the Aken Gemstone not far from him.
But the presence of the dragon made him retreat cautiously until he backed into the hollow of a stone pedestal in the hall, giving him a false sense of safety.
This safety was a mere illusion, as Bilbo knew, for Smaug could easily flip over the hundred-ton stone pedestal with just a swing of his claw!
"Usurper? That Sorlin Oak Shield is a usurper?"
Bilbo panted and conversed with the dragon, trying every possible way to stall for time.
"What position did he usurp? I remember the King Under the Mountain Clan's lineage being quite clear."
"Usurp what position?" Smaug slowly coiled his long body around the stone pedestal where Bilbo hid, speaking with unquestionable certainty.
"Of course, he's usurping my throne!"
