Whatever will get him out the door with some food in his belly
Young, mid-twenties at the time of the War of the Ring.
Traveler, but can sometimes be found in Bree.
From barkeep, to diver to treasure-hunter to professional tree-climber; Flyn is a unique man of many professions. Of late he is rarely seen in Bree other than to enter and leave his house, which, even this is an unusual occasion. Most of what he does is a mystery to those apart from his close friends, but when in town, he is merry as ever, drunk more often than sober, at not far from his pipe. At the same time, however, it has not been unusual for Flynagin to disappear entirely for several months at a time, only fueling to the air of suspicion around his lifestyle.
Despite distancing himself from meeting new folks, he’s often seen in the company of several foreigners, most of which carry tankards of ale suggesting that he’s not exactly anti-social, but instead reserved to his own private group of friends.
None which he is still in contact with.
The great outdoors, Swimming, Climbing trees, and venturing to new places.
Winters, Snow, the Cold.
A real treasure becomes such only after it's been desperately sought after.