As they went further into the fog, a chill settled on Lilith. Not on her skin, nor on the silky dark locks of her hair, but more on her bones. It tickled her spine and made her shoulders shake slightly. It wasn't a feeling of fear or dread, but it was definitely not natural.<br/>Hearing only the sound of their own breathing, the Blood Elf struggled to keep quiet. She struggled, and she failed.<br/>"It's strange," the woman said softly, though the quietude seemed to exaggerate her voice. "It almost sounds like there's a strange whisper coming with the fog. The very air itself feels thick, almost...like a tavern stew..."<br/>Her red lips smacked together, as if trying to draw the taste of the fog from off her tongue. She looked around but there was little to see besides strangely shaped trees, their leafless branches reaching like clawed fingers...not for the hidden sky or the impossible-to-find sun. But for something else. Lower.<br/>Were the trees the 'thing' making the noise, the entity that seemed to speak directly to her brain?<br/>"Do you hear it? The whisper..." she asked, a rather hopeful sound in her throat.<br/>What if the whisper was for her alone? Did that mean she was going crazy? Or was she already there?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>