Lilith's eyes studied the fog in question. It was dark, swirling about the brambles and taller grasses. It wasn't the same as the mystical, magickal essence that she had sought out on the hilltop and nearby. That fog was beautiful, eddying about like the auras of fairies or fae, sparkling and slightly effervescent. This that the Worgen was pointing out to her now was different.<br/>For a moment, Lilith felt a chill go down her spine. She blinked and looked to the Worgen, to see if he was being similarly adversely affected. If he was, would he even show it? Then the Blood Elf woman's eyes went back to the fog. It was thin here, he had said. But it got thicker further on.<br/>Without a fear or worry in the world, only full of curiosity at what could make her cringe just so, Lilith took a few steps to get herself almost ahead of her companion. She wanted to see it now. She had to see it, this dark and rumour-riddled fog.<br/>"What stories have you heard about this? I think you mentioned something... Does it...affect people? Has anyone...died or disappeared?"<br/>She tried not to sound too hopeful...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>