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Friday, September 29, 2017

Lidarion: Page 30

The Fog was just as thick in the morning. But the rest of the port’s population was up and moving with what little sunlight made it through the fog. Brooke and Trent woke before the others to make their way through the shops available in the port to purchase everything they might need for a long overland trip.

By the time they were done shopping they needed to rent a cart and horse to get everything back to the INN. They arrived at the Inn with their fresh supplies and found everyone else awake and nearly finished with breakfast. They ate quickly and joined the others to divvy up the supplies.

Trent had no way of knowing what time it was but he felt like it was late morning by the time they had returned the horse and cart and made their way inland out of the port town. Haruff was at the front of the line leading the way. “So, what’s the deal with the fog?” He asked.

Haruff explained as he led the group. “Legends mostly. There must be a real reason for it but no one I’ve ever talked to has ever been able to agree on what it is.” He said.

Squints was intrigued. “What do the legends say?” He asked.

Haruff shrugged. “Most elves believe some variation of the fog coming from some place deep in the forested heart of the continent. A long forgotten wound in the earth where the fog, thicker than any steam pours from a lava vent that will never close, and that the cloud will ever increase until they find and close the vent themselves or the world is covered in the escaped soul of the planet.” He explained.

They walked in silence through the fog for a while until Lisa spoke up. “So, not a very relaxed people I’ll bet.” She said.

Haruff snorted. “If your home had been swallowed by an unnatural fog over the course of a generation would you be?” He asked.

Trent chimed in. “So you don’t have any idea where you’re going do you?” He asked as brook glared at him through the haze.


Haruff sighed. “The blind are leading the blind Trent," He waved his hand, gesturing to the fog that surrounded them.  "May as well get used to it my friend.” He said keeping his slow but steady pace.