"Wow."
Standing on top of a hill, my mouth opened in amazement. The scenery I've only seen in movies and paintings was currently presented before me.
It was a lot more mesmerizing than I had ever imagined.
I could barely take my eyes away from the sight.
The mountain range revealed nature clearer than anywhere I had ever seen before.
The slight chill in the air was enough to give me a gentle shiver but not enough to find the need to cover up.
Staring into the distance, the gentle breeze coming down from the mountains tickled the trees, making their leaves shake and sway as though they were laughing.
"Is that where we're supposed to go."
Leopold asked as he pointed at the mountain range in the distance.
"It is indeed the place."
Giving a small nod, I replied.
"That over there is Henolur, the dwarven capital, and our destination."
