Karl readies the bow from his shoulder, knocking an arrow to be ready.

Rael touch the arm of Kjaelos "I go check... shhh." he speak softly placing one finger to his lips while his other hand rest easily on his long blade.

Rael take a few step back sinking low in the fog trying to disappear into it and check to see if he notice anyone or anything shadowing the group.

 "Well, there were wolves working at the behest of that strange beast at the Inn." Adonis observes in a speculative fashion, reaching down with his free hand to loosen the short, stabbing blade belted at his side, nodding when Eldor looks set to move out and look around, and acting only when Rael starts to do the same, extending a hand to still him, "Hold there a moment - we have yon fairy already beating the mist. No sense half of us haring off into the fog, least of all if it's truly uncanny."

Brakkus says nothing, but continues to scan the fog, a faint frown on his wrinkled face.

eldor signals that he will move off to about 50 feet distance from the group and make a sweep of the area in a 360 degree circle round the group looking for any signs of who or what was tracking them

Kjaelos frowns and shakes his head at Eldor, hoping to catch his attention before the elf turns away to start his scouting trip. Instead, he tries to signal back that the party should keep on the move. Uncertain if his amateurish hand signals properly conveyed his intentions, he moves swiftly beside the elf and whispers something to him urgently in a low voice.

Thomas remains still and nearby the core group while the fae creature makes the rounds of the fog seeking anything which may be hunting them. He fingers the fletchings on the arrow he has knocked upon the bow idly.

[ooc: assuming the group slows to a crawl while Eldor checks the perimeter]

All of you prepare your weapons and ready yourself for action, while Eldor vanishes into the mist.  Rael is checked by Adonis' cautious hand.

He is gone for some minutes before reappearing.  The silence about you begins to seem oppressive.

Eldor reappears and moves over towards the group " the animals around us seem to be cattle I also noticed towards the North the fog is less dense."

 Upn hearing the news, Sir Campbell looks squarely at Eldor, then Rael, then back to Eldor... and it's all the knight can do but to stifle a bark of laughter, which unfortunately turns into a downright undignified squeak before he's back in charge of himself and nods as soberly as he can manage, stating "Well scouted then sir fairy... With fortune we poor menfolk will take less counsel of our fears from here onwards. Think you there's a route Eastwards to the North?"

Rael shakes his head "No, cows may be but fog is still uncanny... rest not your guard ser knight."

Regardless what the knight and other do, Rael do not let his guard down nor his hand away from the hilt of his blade.

"As we move North I would suggest we keep more on guard, I agree with Rael, the fog is strange especially as it is only less dense in one direction. It suggests there maybe more to it than we first think."

With that he notched an arrow and started to lead the group towards the North.

Finding himself agreeing with the Fey still make Rael feel at odd with himself.

He give the elf one nod then sinks to the back to cover the rear of the part, his long blade in his right and a throwing dagger in his left.

Looking surprised at the elf, Kjaelos whispers incredulously, "Cattle? You sure?"

After a moment of thought, he nods in agreement with Eldor and Rael, then falls into step as the party led by the elf continues its navigation through the fog northward. His strange azure eyes do not relax their lookout for danger, neither does his grip on his staff loosen.

 "S'truth man, I don't advocate laying down to slumber, but it's as foolish to leap to arms at every shadow and owl-hoot as it is to take no precautions at all!" Adonis protests hotly, and given the number of things in this world that prey as much upon fear as upon flesh, not without some modest justice - he pauses for a moment, watching Eldor vanish off into the mist before shaking his head and moving to follow, mentally making note to have a word with the fairy lad at some point about the difference between a question and an instruction.

 Of course, that would go better if the distinction were more clear in the Campbell's own mind, and if he was likely to remember the note past ten minutes into the future.

You move north about a hundred yards and then to your surprise realise that you have come upon a kind of causeway, as wide as a man is tall, where the moss grows over solid flags of old stone.  The way is dead straight and in the eastwards direction seems to be more or less following your desired route - it points towards the higest point of the nearby hills.

"The lighter fog that led us here, and now this..." mutters Kjaelos uneasily, shaking his head. "Looks almost like an invitation for us..." Picking up a handful of small pebbles or bits of gravel from the ground, he tosses all except 1 onto the stone path to see if anything strange happens. Pulling back his arm, he flings that last pebble as far as he can onto the length of stone path, then squints into the thin mist to observe any side effect...

Karl squats down and runs his hand along the stone path.  "At last some solid ground.  It'll be good to have something tangible in this place."

Rael let the other ponder about the cleared path, it is not that he is not worried, he is very worried but he keep looking backwards at the fog making sure nothing would pass him unnoticed to sneak on the companion from behind.

Paths of pilgrimage to places of worship often leave a psychic residue behind. Brakkus closes his eyes and tries to sense any such emanations from the causeway.

 "Solid stone, straight road? - Old empire work I should guess... went to the Baths once m'self, incredible place. Even the stone floors are warmed from below." Adonis remarks in what passes for a thoughtful tone coming from the burly knight, before stepping onto the flagstoned path and bouncing on the solid stones a few times, as though making sure that the years have not caused them to loosen like old teeth, "Well come on then - these are made for foot traffic, and at least on this we need not fear getting lost in the mist, only the shades of the Lost Legion!" he then exclaims cheerfully, making a 'come on!' gesture with one hand and setting off.

Kjaelos stones clatter welcomingly onto the flags, and even the stone he throws into the distance, makes a faint but normal sound as it lands.

The group head east on the path and after several hundred yards notice that the ground on both sides is getting increasingly boggy - however the path continues straight, it seems to be built on deep foundations.

ELdor sets off east in front of the group making sure things are safe and setting a reasonable pace for them to make good headway.
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Thomas raises a brow at the appearance of the causeway. That was truly strange but it did make a certain amount of sense. What better way to move an army through a bog than to have a road built in it. The question is, who would have the resources to build it here. "I wonder who put this here?"

"Hmm... it could only have been the Selentine Empire."