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.
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Flosli
