With his hands resting on the head of the small axe and his back leaned against a wall, Flosli reflected on his past few days. Even though Flosli was not a dwarf of long reflection, there was the time to do so now. They had crossed the Greyflood some time ago, and it wouldn't be long before the company came to more hospitable lands. At least it would be for Flosli, who had at least set foot once in the town of Bree.
'Then it is indeed good to reflect', the dwarf thought again to himself, as Flosli was more contempt with dwelling on doing the matter, than doing the actual thing itself. What will he do when this quickly made alliance ran its course? Was he truly going to join a manhunt that was not his own, through hill and forest with no clear sign of this foe. He had led the Northmen to Bree on a feeling, and because it was the place he needed to go. Truth be told. there aren't many dwellings where a fugitive from distant lands could rest his boots for a while, so he wasn't taking any advantage of his company. But would he go along any further with them than that town?
The dwarf took his hands of the head of the axe and grasped the shaft of the weapon. Enough reflection. We will see where the road takes us.
