Annasyn sighed as she looked out over the open sea as the fog was barreling in.  It didn’t seem natural in her mind as the fear that was displayed by the sailors only confirmed her suspicions as she pulled her robes tighter around her.  She scowled slowly pulling the hood of her mantle up over her head, completely concealing her black hair completely as she held the embered staff tight in her right hand.  She curled her gloved fingers around the wooden rod.  Her gaze slowly followed several of the sailors as she looked back towards the portcall wondering if she would be better off inside, she had paid a ridiculous amount of coin in order to gain the passage she had.  She pursed her lips before licking them as she looked over her shoulder slowly stalking back to the doorframe just as everyone began to scramble.<br/><br/>It didn’t take her long as she entered the hold that seemed to house the majority of the travelers there.  She was seeking a very specific tome on this trip and had told herself she wouldn’t become attached to any of these travelers as she hid her left hand inside of her robes while the other held the staff completely.  She sighed as she looked out to catch the tail end of a theatric dance that was in time to the creepiest bard’s sonnet she had ever heard.  She slowly shook her head as she sat down, seeking solace in the table near where the dancer was sitting Anna just smiled lightly, her eyes slowly settling on the bard for but a moment as she slowly tried to assess each individual member of the ship before she looked out over the port slot as well.  She noticed in her eyes sight that Sarisha seemed to be in a different mood than she had presented over the last week or so at sea as she bit her bottom lip looking back again.<br/><br/>Outside was looking more dense by the moment as she felt an eerie chill run down her spine as she slowly looked out over it.  “Miasma…….this is unnatural….”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>