The villagers are loathe to mention the Sentinel's sandals, let alone guide you there. It is considered off-limits, but everyone has a story of secreting there as a rebellious teenager or hiding out from a churlish spouse. You follow the narrow path they describe along the mountain range. The fog is so thick you have no landmarks, but for the sounds of the churning lake below to the east.

Brodd led his mule down the path, staying toward the middle front of the group. Where he can chat with Pock!

Einhard cautiously led he group down down the narrow path. "I can't see a damn thing in this damn fog. Mind your step." Each step was a ginger exploration of his foot seeking a solid foundation to support his weight. All the while, he kept his hand firmly against the wall to his side as they descended.

In reply to Einhard (msg # 3):

[Did you take your horse or leave it stabled?]

In reply to DM (msg # 4):

he would take Starshell's lead on that, but assumed we left them stabled and will be returning after we retrieve her scarf

The paladin walked silently beside her uncle. Thunder echoed in the distance with occasional flashes of lightning. Rain began to fall as occasional droplets and gradually growing heavier as sunlight faded.

Pock went along with Brodd, trying to keep close to the mule since his head was nearly under the fog line. At Einhard's comment, Pock quipped, "At least your head's above the fog! I'm wandering blind here, led only by a donkey. Thanks, Brodd."