Signposted Paths

Needles had been living outdoors in a State-run forest. Its iron gates would be locked at night, when he was free to wander its signposted paths, going from one bin to the next, rummaging for sauce-soaked crumbs, hungry for the comfort and sustenance of tasty takeaway foods.

The old Dwarf was generally invisible to men, and so even when he crossed paths with a ranger patrolling he did not ever fear being caught. As for his own kind, they preferred living in the towns, and so, for the main of his nights and his days, he was very much left to himself - or what was left of him.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series