It was not possible for Tyora to miss the very ominous feeling in the very air as the ship cut through the water.  Especially when she had been meditating as soon as the mist started to come into view.  With a chill running down her spine the elf started out of her reverie.  Eyes shooting open from the dark feeling of the magic she was absorbing scared her out of the meditation.  The first sight that greeted her was the wall of her cabin from where she sat cross-legged.<br/><br/>Once she was out of her meditation though Tyora couldn’t place what had spooked her out of her rest.  What had got her sweating and her heart beating a mile a minute?  Just that something felt wrong to her magic sensitive senses.<span style="color: green">“Ugh… what was that?”</span>She grumbled a little, wiping some sweat from her forehead as she pushed herself forward and off her bed, her bare feet landing on the floor.  Taking a few deep breaths to try slowing her heart as she looked at the wall.<br/><br/>Sitting there with her bare ass on the bed she took a long moment before standing and retrieving her leather clothing.  Only thinking of what she could do to calm down.<span style="color: green">“I need a drink…”</span>she grumbled some more as she slipped her clothing on. Once dressed she left the cabin to find the lounge.  Leaving her pack, armor and weapons in her cabin.<br/><br/>At the lounge on the ship the tall, seemingly barely clothed elf walked through the doors and quickly got a drink from the bar and made her way to a table.  Though she first glanced around at everyone in the place.  Seeing one of the archaeologists she had worked as a guard and guide for drinking like the dwarf she was, and chasing all the sailors out of the place.  That made her smile a little.  You could always expect dwarves to be dwarves.<br/><br/>She also noticed a pair of ladies that she had met around the ship a little.  A mute and her seeming best friend at one table then the dancer from a couple previous night’s seeming to wallow in some sort of misery at her own table.  Tyora debated who to go sit with before walking over to the pair of ladies.  Especially after seeing some of their uneasy glances out the ports.    Taking a seat at their table without asking for permission.<span style="color: green">“Good evening…  Anaise and Gwen right?  I'm Tyora... I think we have met in passing the past week.”</span>She asked before sipping her ale.  A surprising choice for an elf.<span style="color: green">“How’s the night going?  Everyone but Urd seems to be… disturbed…”</span><br/><br/>As she spoke to them, out of nowhere, she glanced out the window to see the fog.  Very obvious goosebumps crawled across her skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>