*The fog is thick, cold, and cloying. You push deeper into the Silent Mire, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay.* *The mist swirls and writhes around you. Slowly, a vague, humanoid figure in tattered robes materializes before you*. *Its eyes glow with an eerie light behind the shifting fog that constitutes its face. This must be...Read more