All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?

Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode.

Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad!

A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights and injuries. No elves or harems allowed.

Updates on Wednesday and Saturday like clockwork.