The Mountain.

You are a genius, sire.

We can take refuge inside the Mountain.

It might smell a bit of dragon,
but the women can clean that up.

It'll be safe and warm and dry...

...and full of stores...

...bedding, clothing...

...the odd bit of gold.

What gold is in that Mountain is cursed.

We will take only
what was promised to us.

Only what we need to rebuild...

...our lives.

Here. Pull your weight.

News of the death of Smaug
will have spread through the lands.

Aye.

Others will now look to the Mountain...

...for its wealth...

...for its position.

What is it you know?

Nothing for certain.

It's what I fear may come.