Thorin stopped in his tracks and looked at him in surprise. "What are you trying to do? That was mine to begin with!"
"You seem to have forgotten something, Thorin." An Yang's expression darkened as he looked at him. "Do you remember why you came here?"
"Of course I remember!" Thorin pointed at the dazzling Arkenstone in his hand. "I came here for this! The Arkenstone, the most beautiful jewel in the world, the symbol of the king! I'll use it to summon all the dwarves in the world and revive the Dwarf Kingdom!"
"So that's how it is!" An Yang narrowed his eyes, then suddenly raised his voice. "I thought you came here for all the gold and treasures covering the floor—for the beautiful exterior of this jewel!"
"What do you mean?" Thorin stared coldly at him, then glanced at the group of dwarves cowering beside him.
"It's not too late to wake up, Thorin. You sought the Arkenstone because it was a symbol of the dwarven kingship, because you believed it could help you rebuild the Dwarf Kingdom—not because of its appearance! You and your grandfather are different, after all, aren't you? You won't be deceived by this jewel's appearance too, will you?" An Yang looked him straight in the eye.
Thorin froze for a moment. He glanced at the gold and silver covering the floor, then at the most beautiful jewel in existence. The clarity that had just returned to his eyes grew hazy again. "Wandering Wizard, don't think that because you traveled with us all this way, you can order me around! I am the king of the Dwarf Kingdom! Give me the Arkenstone!"
With that, he swept his eyes over the dwarves and barked, "What are you standing around for? Bring me the Arkenstone! Without