Was it fog or something altogether more sinister? It was formless at first but then took on some kind of shape and silently drew closer. The nearer it moved, the denser it became. If anyone had been lingering there, and this would have only been a wraith or ghoul but even these had been strangely absent for some time, then they would have been enveloped in this grey miasma.
A wrenching barking sound broke the silence and a tiny figure ran from this ponderous mist, coughing.
It was Lalwende. The creature was trying to get away from the heavy gasses that davem had been emitting (from his pipe (his smoking pipe)) these long, empty hours. She coughed again, and then looked up. A tall standing stone loomed above her and she knew she had found the right path at last.
"It's good to be back," she said, as she scurried off in search of some wordy sustenance.
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