industrygothica
Adventurer
Halo sighs. "Well, looks like we're in it now," she says. "Best be gettin' on with it." She continues to the west toward the village.
Tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as village dwellings. The windows of each house stare out from pools of blackness. No sound cuts the silence except for mournful sobbing that echoes through the streets from a distance.