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Adventurer
Mr. Aldershot can hear nothing but the sound of his own breathing, though if he concentrates on the mist long enough, he could swear it was beckoning to him as it surrounds the path on all sides, leaving visibility to only ten or twenty feet in any direction.
Girri leads the others from the burning building to find the the mist and the smoke have completely encapsulated the small town square. Their search for authorities leads to nothing but boarded up and abandoned buildings. The tall pine trees of the neighboring forest are silhouetted through the mist, which have lifted enough to reveal a dirt path leading into the woods.
Girri leads the others from the burning building to find the the mist and the smoke have completely encapsulated the small town square. Their search for authorities leads to nothing but boarded up and abandoned buildings. The tall pine trees of the neighboring forest are silhouetted through the mist, which have lifted enough to reveal a dirt path leading into the woods.
Frustrated with the lack of people, Girri stormed through the square, looking here and there. When she spied the woods through the now heavy fog, she took off like a shot, calling for the others. "There's a dirt path, just here!" She pointed at the path, peering into the woods beyond but unable to see much. "Hallo? HALLLO?!" Girri called loudly into the woods. "Anyone there?" When the others joined her, she eyed the first to arrive and murmured with a shiver against the cold, "Where is everyone in this place?"[/section]
