The mist has fully fully set in by the time the trio reach the edge of the forest, rendering it impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. Their riding cloaks are soon drenched, and both their breath and the breath of their horses billows out into the gloom. The road is fairly straight and flat, and despite the poor visibility they make decent time. After half an hour of travel the ground beneath them begins to slope gently upwards, and not long afterwards they are able to make out the dull orange light of torchlight in the mist ahead. A moment later the town gate of Lastorn comes into view.
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