He hmed under his breath, pulling out his map to verify what direction he needed to go in.

"Finding things in the fog? You mentioned it." He hadn't made it as far as the fog yet. He could already imagine how it smelled, if there were things in it. Moist, stagnant air always had a taint to it that he disapproved of. At the same time the men back there reminded him of the conflict he was missing.

"What was the name of the person that is in charge of the fog hunters?"