[ Bilbo is, indeed, in a position of much higher importance than what he's used to. Even if he was used to being more of a confidant, as he will be in time, this would still be something of a change. This is a new dynamic for Thorin, too, but he's far too focused on this new task to spend too much time contemplating that. At least for now. There will be plenty of time, too much time, later on for such things. ]

Simple, perhaps, but not easy.

[ Thorin leans back and pulls over a folded piece of parchment from the other side of the bar, unfolding it in front of them. It's a map, and a strangely familiar-looking one at that. There are major landmarks that cannot be mistaken - the general arrangement of the mountains, the hills, the rivers... The relative distances are off, and there seems to be fewer definite points of reference, but is too similar to be considered coincidence. He cannot fathom the significance. All he knows now is that there may be answers, and a way back, out there. He traces a road leading nearly straight eastward, through hills, then mountains, then through a massive forest. It takes a more southward turn than their previous travels, toward the end. This portal seems to be located uncomfortably close to the place where Dol Goldur would be. ]

These roads are not always safe, especially at night, and there are not many towns farther east than this one. We'll need to take some supplies.

[ Someone obviously didn't get much sleep last night.

He pauses, studying Bilbo's face, almost as if he's going to ask something, but then decides not to. Instead he slides off his chair, leaving the map for Bilbo to peruse if he wishes, and heads toward the door. ]

Finish eating and get ready. I'll be back within the hour.