Thirteen
The Forest of Mist
Summer 961 MC
It didn't take long to find the mist. It started as a swirling white fog that covered only their boots but soon grew to envelop them from head to foot. At first, it was light, just blocking their view of distant objects, but the farther they moved into the woods, the thicker it became until they had trouble even distinguishing the person in front of them.
With the reduction in their visibility came nervousness, and to cover it, they talked. Soon, their voices were the only way to follow each other, the pace growing ever slower and slower until finally, Hayley called from up front.
"We won't get much farther in this fog," she said. "We need to make camp while we can."
"Good idea," agreed Beverly. "Perhaps a fire will burn off some of this mist
