Chris was walking beside a stream of flowing water. Reeds and green bushes grew all along the length of the river, and flowers of different colors shot up above the thick green vegetation.
His wooden bow hang upon his left shoulder, and a quiver filled with arrows was dancing slightly behind his back, as he kept walking forward.
The little dwarf was right behind him, walking a bit faster to try and catch up with Chris.
Quax the Dwarf wore a massive round hat at the top of his head, and the backpack on his back held tightly onto his body.
As he was hurrying behind Chris, Quax couldn't believe how arrogant Chris was. How could he not see that the Dwarf was here for his benefit. Who would not want to be guided on their way if they were lost?
Quax then quickly picked up the pace, runn
