In the Mist

Instead of heading back, the party continued on the route to the village. At this point, it was obvious the mist was centered on the rough location of the hunting camp, so they would not get lost if they kept heading to where the mist thickened.

Lucius continued to lead the party, though his skills that made him the best scout were still hampered by the mist for some reason. He still had the full faculty of his hearing, so he was still at a major advantage over the rest of them.

Being here made him exceptionally nervous. If there were any sounds, he doubted he would be able to suppress the urge to jump. His sanity felt like it was on a razor's edge. No doubt the others were feeling the same, if not worse, since they did not have the luxury of a heads up on anything that would approach them.