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The path you take leads you through the mist, and as you progress, you can hear voices up ahead. Moments later, you come upon a scene of terror. A wagon lies on its side, the horses that once pulled it gone. A number of dead bodies are scattered before it, and farther afield, more bodies and broken wagons lie, half-hidden in the fog. There is movement among the destruction, though, and presently several desperate-looking figures come to stand before you, weapons held uncertainly before them.

"So you've come back," says the woman who seems to lead the group. "You won't take the rest of us."