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"The first reported sighting was near the coastlands in Enedmaith." Cyril told them.

"And yes... The mist can't be destroyed with swords or arrows. But I believe ther must be a central source... something or someone controling it. The few that survived the encounter in the mists reported battle sounds and cries of creatures as the mist passed over.' Cyril added, but failed to add he was one of the few that had survived through the mist.

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Turwaithiel looked at Cryil. "Do you know anyone that has done so? Maybe we can find them and talk to them about the Mist, since they themselves have had an encounter firsthand."

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Silently a tall being concealed within a billowing cloak observed the group from a few paces off, hidden by the darkness of the night, maybe even having followed their entire journey, though going unnoticed. Perhaps the stranger had merely appeared from nowhere, but intentions were wholly unknown, yet the gaze watched the others with unhindered focus, a keen sense of hearing allowing their quiet conversation to be heard.

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Cyril started to answer Turwaithiel and then stopped.

Something felt... off. He moved his hand to his swords.

"I've talked to them already, all the ones I know of." he said in an attempt to ward of such lines of questioning.

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Turwaithiel looked at him and then looked at were his hands where. She instictively reached for her sword hilt and slipped her throwing dagger from it's sheath, ready for whatever Cyril sensed.

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Cyril shifted his gaze from the black expanse beyond up to Turwaithiel.

He got up and threw a few sticks in the fire while gazing out into the night for any signs of what it was he felt.

"We should keep a close watch tonight." he suggested.

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Turwaithiel glanced sideways at Cryil and said, "I will take first watch, if you want to get some sleep." She said, nodding, keeping her dagger with her out, exposed.

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The cloaked figure slightly and silently moved further behind a tree of broad width, noticing the growing tension of those within the group. No chance should be taken...

The cloth of the cloak concealed well, though a rising moon can reveal many things, and now that the clouds had slowly drifted, the moon now began to shine across the ground. The tree still remained as a protection, yet the figure would still watch and listen intently.

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Valaina stiffened as she felt the presence of another-though she could not place its origin. Clutching her bow that she kept on her side when they camped for the night, she waited-ready to draw an arrow in the blink of an eye.

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"I'll take first watch." Cyril contradicted.

"I doupt I will get any sleep tonight anyway." he explained.

Cyril passed by the others, walking a short way away from the camp as he reached underneath his leather armor and into his shirt pocket.

Holding something out he stood solitary for a moment as he gazed into it like a friend would a loved one's eyes. A faint reflection bounced off the surface of the item as the moon revealed itself in the heavens and Cyril hid itaway quickly, looking back to be sure no one was watching.

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Turwaithiel shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, I'll be up anyway." She walked over and leaned against a tall, dark tree, looking up at the moon, sighing quietly. She thought she could her someone breathing...but she finally decided she was imaging it.

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The stranger watched as the apparent leader of the group walked closer to the concealing tree, seemingly unaware of the presence dwelling merely a few paces distance from him. One gloved hand rested on an intricately designed hilt, though much of the sword itself was concealed beneath the billowing cloak, thus preventing one from instantly identifying, or closely suspecting, its origin.

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Ruth Ann sat breaking up twigs and tossing them into the fire to kindle it. After breaking her tenth twig, she held both pieces in her hands, one in each, and froze. Ruth Ann Underhill's ears had caught an additional noise of something in the distance, or nearby. Looking up at Turwaithiel, she say that Turwaithiel had noticed it also, but it only was disreguarded. Standing up, Ruth Ann flung both of the twigs into the fire and glided off silently into the darkness of the woods.

Unsheating a knife, Ruth Ann leaned up against a tree and fell dead silent to only listen to the surrounding air. Straight ahead, she told herself, gripping the knife more tightly but keeping it out of the moonlight to prevent any reflection from giving away her position.

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The whole time Rain had felt the presence. And her companions just now realized they were being watched? Yet, she remained in place. Looking South toward the gap of Rohan, the forest behind her.
"Everyone, come back to the camp. Yes, there is someone or something outthere. But isn't there always? It could just be a wolf or a bear. It could be something else. Stay by the fire... that's all I have to say," she called, and walked back to sit beside the fire...

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Eruraina's orders went into one of Ruth Ann's ears and out of the other just like trying to get one of the little halflings to sweep the ground in front of the house. Instead, she slowly and silently stepped forward, closer to the figure. Lifting the knife up more, Ruth Ann stood about three to four feet away and yelled, "Ah ha!"

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