Noticing her rubbing her forehead, he sighed.<br/><br/>"Sorry, if this is botherin' yae. An' as faer th' mist 'r whatnot...there're rumors that if yae stay in th' fog - specifically "fog" - faer tae long, yae start tae faerget things." The worgen shrugged his massive shoulders, much to the straining dismay of his shirt, though the garment held. "I dunno if any of tha's true, 'r whether there's another cloud-like phenomenon on the Isle besides yaer mist, but....mebbe yae fell - drugged, struck, wot-'ave-yae - an' that fog rolled in." He shrugged.<br/><br/>"If yae're sure th' mist is 'armless, then maybe all I got wind of was a rumor," he offered, giving an apologetic smile. "Wish I could be of more 'elp." Teryus quirked a brow, studying her.<br/><br/>"Per'aps yae'd like tae ask some questions o' me? I dinnae want tae wear yae out with tae many questions at once."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>