Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Charity eases her way into the fog; the mist closes in around her, damping sound and completely obscuring her vision for more than a few feet around . . . even Robert's burly, scarred face can barely be seen just behind her. She carefully extends her glaive out to it's fullest extent. It becomes quickly apparent that she will not be able to use the weapon to its full effect, so she takes a moment to switch to the short sword she's taken from the guard's cadaver.