Fog rolls in on this cold morning. Off on the lower docks of Targas a small fishing ship has just arrived with a handful of strange travelers. "Rumors in the town is there are monsters causn' a rukis for the caravans. He he he, but it don't mess wit my fishing none, so I don't really mind!" laughs the fishing captain. He didn't seem to have all his pegs screwed in right, except for the one he used as a leg. The eerie fog stretched all the way to the forest, blanketing the town.<br/><br/>Up in the Pelican's down the little spellcaster has finish with her meditation. The saint was full of vim and verve ready to carve up some monsters in the name of Kord. And the dancer was trying on her new robe, hoping to find someone to help her through the woods.<br/><br/>[I don't feel like describing the whole town again so new people can read about it in the first post.]