It was this exuberant laugh that would explode from his belly and burst out of his mouth. There was no ignoring it. Most of the patrons couldn't help themselves.
Mibbitwiss' laughter was contagious. The windows of the Quiet Harpy Inn would begin to rattle, the Harpy's feathers would ruffle and she'd glare at Mibbitwiss something fierce. He'd get up, grab a pickled boar's foot and steal a kiss. Now, you're not supposed to touch the Harpy without permission and oh, it would make the Harpy so darn mad. She'd hiss and spit for the rest of the night.
It has been a long time...
Times are dark. I have not found a cure, but I will. I will keep looking until the last breath leaves my body.
My Da always said, "Hodgenock, no matter how dark the tunnel, there is always light at the end of it. Keep your heart open and your wits about you. Hang on to that and you will always find you're way."
Not sure all of that made sense, but then again, Da did love his Boggle Ale.