[Thorin's eyes follow her hand to the sword she carries. A White Goddess? It sounded like she was more than just a simple she-elf. His knowledge on elves and other sorts of elf-like people was limited, as he tended to keep out of such matters.]

Are you on your own, as you say you belong to no race? [Thorin's gaze softens at the young woman. He did feel a pang of sympathy for her, as she was now within the city and a prisoner to it's walls.]

Is there anyone else you can talk to, regarding your arrival here?