<span style="color: #0080FF">"Well, it appears we are all ready, so we better head out now and get a good start before the sun starts to set. I'm not too worried about the beasts of the forest, but the ones of the fog are what I don't know, and that is my biggest worry. If we get camp set up early enough, we won't have to fret about unexpected guests."</span><br/><br/>At last, they were ready. Before saying anything, Arklan was silent for a moment, taking in Alisar as a whole. This would be the last time he would see it in a while, if he even made it back alive. He knew he made the right choice, though. The most vivid memories he had where from years ago, when he was staring death in the face, and although the path ahead was likely a dangerous one, it would be a memorable one. One that would make him feel alive. Much better than staying where you aren't wanted or needed. That said, he wanted to come back alive. Tyreus didn't seem to know about the creatures of the fog, and he would be surprised if the others did.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"So do any of us know what we're up against? I've never once heard of someone who's returned from the fog with their heart still beating, so I'm not sure what to expect. I'm not having second thoughts, I'll go whatever we're up against, but only a fool rushes blindly into the fray. I'm no fool."</span><br/><br/>He wasn't intending to offend anyone, but he wasn't planning to lose his life on their accord any time soon.