Pleasant Greetings
While whistling a merry little tune he traveled along the road. His sack was falling off his shoulders a bit, so he readjusted them. It had been a few years since he had traveled this way, but the roads were safe since he was along the edge of the Shire.
There was some hobbits out in their fields as he came out of the woods. He waved his hand at them while giving them a smile and a nod also. Some looked confused while others curious why a dwarf was in these parts. None the less he continued on his path, not deterred by their looks.














