Through out the mountain side a whistling could be heard. The tune itself was that of a drinking song, specifically, a dwarven drinking song.
Now, whenever you hear a dwarf singing, humming, what have you a drinking song you know he is in a good mood.
Indeed, Josef was in a good mood. He was mapping out the borders of Serendipity and Connlaoth, he was trekking through the base of the mountain side, and it made Josef happy to see the mountains. He felt the breeze go through his beard as he stepped onto another rock and looked around. To his left was a forest, to his right was the mountains.
Josef breathed in. No mutated spawns of evil to deal, no giant anythings, and most importantly, no arrgont elves. This, was paradise.
