Creeping up behind the dwarves Flynkin will do his best to make his presence unknown to the two. While following behind Flyn will listen in on their conversations to discern if they're dangerous or not.
With his face contorting from sheer terror to a slight look of embarrassment "I'll have you know I'm of average height for a halfling..."
Finally stepping from the puddle his foot had been soaking in "I uhhh... got lost looking for my owl only to discover myself on this road. I think we should get moving though, a wolf or two may been stalking me."
Yes, you'd better come with us. Strange things are afoot here...let's keep moving, but stay ready. I'm Skorn by the way, this is Torvin. Let's find someplace safe, and we'll tell you our stories as well. He takes off down the path again, making sure the other two are following closely.
As you all move down the road, a crackling glow in the distance, you follow the glow and you see a dozen men and women gathered around a crackling bonfire. The folk are in good spirits. A few of them sing and dance around the fire while others find happiness in their flasks and wineskins. Three barrel-topped wagons are parked at odd angles. Tied to a nearby tree, grazing, are half a dozen draft horses wearing bright coats with bangles and tassels.
Flynkin will do his best to stay out of sight behind Skorn without touching him while trying to look at what caused the thumping sound.
Hearing Torvin ask him to investigate Flyn will let out a slight sigh "I'll do my best but if I get into any trouble please help." Leaving cover behind Skorn Flynkin will push towards the camp as sneakily as possible.