Dahlia steps through the mist, so thick that it is a curtain over her eyes and she gags, choking on it. She looks around, trying to figure out her surroundings but it a white cloudy shroud pressing in on her body. She swipes a hand through the air and the mist whirls apart, only to settle back decisively a moment later.
"Dahlia."
The voice comes from her right and she spins around, her hand going to a sword scabbard that is not there. She looks down at herself with a frown to find herself not in armor like is customary, but in a damp, grey shift and she shivers. She presses her arms over her chest and tries to rub away at the trail of gooseflesh dotting her arm.
A movement to her left catches her eye and she spins in that direction but there is nothing to see. Dread curdles her stomac
