Ellisidil pipes up and asks MuNin "Master MuNin, forgive me for being so bold. But Master Frerin and I have recovered a shield and sword with a Lion's head logo, and we were wondering if you may have something in this grand library about this, and any information about who might have made it, did it make into battle, and if it was to go to a distinguished family, whom it might belong to? In the case they might want it back. I understand that there might not be a record here, but maybe someone you might know that new about these beautiful made items?"
Artorius begins to relay the tale of his vision, and Munin listens with intent, and then goes to answer,
"Aye, a length-o tale, indee', lad. Ay' met Lodin th'Wise three summer's ago, an 'ee was a good Man. If'n 'ee went t'th Wastes, ee's gone." He looks at you, Éadnes and Frerin, asking, "'Es tha' what'ye've been askin' aboot?" His face turns from good-natured to sour, "Lookin't 'tain tha' treasure, eh?"
"Master MuNin, I don't believe we will be able to do so at present, I might later on. I was asked to do something special, and I need to fulfill that oath, but I can do that after I help my companions here. Then we may see. If and when I do, I will stop by and pick your knowledge a bit more and see if you have found anything out."
"We dwarves think," Frerin points out when Artorius asks about how to treat a sufferer from Dragon-Sickness, "tha' makin' new things, workin' with yer hands an' tools ken chase away th' Shadow's grip."
A perceptive man like Artorius might wonder if there was some connection between that and the eagerness with which Frerin had thrown himself into helping with the festivity preparations back in Lake-town. "But if th' Dragon Sickness 'as 'already taken root in a soul, then tha' won't suffice any more."
The dwarf nods gravely at Munin's mention of Thorin Oakenshield's fate, but refrains from further comment on the matter.
"Gettin' back th' treasure's part o' it." He concedes with a shrug when Munin inquires as to the reason for their questions. "But mostly 'tis ta make sure tha' no further doom or mischief befalls us or our neighbors from whate'er Lodin 'as turned into. Speakin' o' which... does th' Chamber 'old anythin' regardin' Wraiths... an 'ow ta fight 'em if yer not a Wizard or an Elf?"
'I have no need of treasure Master Murin. There is little about me that has value other than my memories and those of my kin. Sadly, too many of our tales are shrouded in shadow just as the walls of your wondrous kingdom still remember the pestilence that lived here. I do not wish the blessing we have newly won to be cast down so soon.'
Munin looks to Moriel and Artorius, gesturing at them with his left arm, obviously expecting either or both of them to speak.
Moriel asks Munin, "Perhaps, good Sir, have you heard any songs about wraiths in general, or do you have any knowledge of how a song might help conquer such a being?" Moriel sings the song from the play as an example.