Joseph followed the others, it taking every once of will power he had not to draw his bow and put an arrow into the three, soon two, who'd been on stage. [i]Damn paranoia. Not everything and everyone is out to kill me. I hope.[/i] Sighing at his own pessimism, he almost misses the destination, which is the Death Mountain Foothills, a place he'd been but two or three weeks prior. "Yeah, I just cleared the foothills three weeks ago at most. There isn't a strong enough monster population for that kind of test yet, so what are we fighting then?" Knowing they had a destination in mind made it easier to relax slightly, and to help him further relax, he pulled the Hero's Bow off his back and began looking over the string, trying to see if any of it needed replaced.