As I walk through this thickened air...

[ThorgrimStoneaxe]

(A voice echoes through the mists)

I find myself once again traipsing through this accursedly thick fog, unable to detect directions in the slightest. Not a single sign of landscape as far as the eye can see, which is not far to be sure. Alas, thus is the travesty of a roamer of lands, to roam with no destination should one have none in mind.

Well, another day, another story to tell, I should hope that my slumber becomes more restful. And hopefully this fog clears and I see the true path tomorrow.

-The Keeper of Secrets.

 

[Tauran Stormsteel]

(a voice echos through the mists)
Keeper... I'm lost again. Can't see in the fog... Did you say we gonna be out tomorrow? You said that for the past... lot of days.

-gronk

 

[ThorgrimStoneaxe]

Alas, friend Gronk, I am not sure. I should hope so as I grow weary of inhaling this thick air. The moisture of the fog does not do me well. I am sure that it is entirely possible that we could be out by tomorrow. Or at least sometime this week...

-The Keeper of Secrets.