*Having sat in quiet contemplation for a while, Dickie finally gets up the courage to address his new comrades. Stroking down his matted grey-brown beard, and straightening his filthy old suit, he attempts to make himself presentable before speaking.*
Er... Ladies and... Er... Lady and gentlemen... I am... I mean, my name is Dickie Barrow, and this is my best... well, my only friend - Dazzler.
*The dog sits up straight at the mention of his name. Dickie smiles affectionately and continues to speak, his confidence growing.*
We been through a lot of scrapes together, me and Daz, and I can tell you he's more trustworthy than any man, and smarter than most. Got a good nose on 'im too. We ain't exactly soldiers, but we can hold our own when the goin' gets tough, and we don't scare easy.
Now, as to the matters at hand... Despite what she said before, I'd say Ninosca should lead us - for the moment at least - and that we should defnitly be headin' south. Get as far from them Imperial scum as possible, that's what I reckon.
But... if I could be so bold... I'm wonderin' if it might be an idea to move in formation, so to speak, rather than all of us ploughin' through the woods like a great herd of sheep. Keep the sharp eyes out front, and keep the doc safe in the middle so he can fix up the rest of us, should the need arise.
Mayhaps it'll be like a stroll through the park, and we won't see no trouble. But if there's one thing I learned from my life, it's to keep me guard up at every turn.
*Looking slightly embarrassed, Dickie sits back down and stares at the ground in front of him.*
