They'd had dire predictions from their kin when they'd left their northern home to follow Balin. They'd been warned that re-establishing this ancient city was folly and that they'd return home within a decade or two. The old ones had warned them of things that existed in the depths, things that should not be disturbed.
"Stories to scare children!" he thought, as he carefully hammered the gold leaf onto the edge of the knife hilt. The men of Lake Town would pay a good price for Dwarvish craft. Unlike his kin, he predicted his people would flourish here in Khazad-dûm.