Grummush snorted lightly as the mist cloyed around his face. It was hard to see? Or rather it seemed like the environment was changing by itself. He couldn't focus...couldn't think. And despite what the elf might be thinking he did have a lot of thoughts. But for some reason he couldn't grasp anything and hold it for long. He ruffled his hand through his hair and mumbled something low under his breath about strange smelling mist that was oddly familiar. But then his eyes caught sight of a scantily clad woman in the mist, her wide lush hips swaying side to side as she moved deeper into the tunnel. He licked his lips hungrily and watched her move, all thoughts of before vacant from his head. He followed down the hallway, nudging Igney aside as he pursued her, not thinking of the old man at all. His mind was muddled and all he could think about was getting that woman under him, whether she wanted it or not.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>