Moonspear one angry dwarf and 200 solemn faces

Slavik was wandering through the territory, in a more open area today than the usual wooded places he could be found in. He’d gone a little further towards the center, and found himself on a more mountainous terrain, with less trees and more rock. It was early dawn, the sun had kissed the moon good day and was rising slowly through the sky, waving its cape of color behind. Slavik loves this time of day, when the weather was crisp but humid clear and dewy, it was colder than the noon hours but the sun was beginning to warm the ground. He was mostly extroverted but this was the time of the day when he preferred to be alone, when he could relax and enjoy life as it was to him.

There was a song in the air, birds on their way south for winter had nestled in the trees, and when they woke they let out each of their melodic tunes that drifted in the wind. He picked certain notes out of their babble, and weaved a song of his own which he hummed as he walked, stepping in time with the rhythm he’d created. It was a joyful song that he hummed, his chest full of warmth and his heart of content as he wandered across the Moonspear territory.