The mist hadn't taken her by surprise so much as the vision she'd had. The sailor's words shook her a bit. "A city . . ." she murmured, then drew in a sharp breath. "Likely not," she said more loudly, "but I expect brave lads like yourselves are equal to the task."<br/><br/>She hefted her axes, comforted by their weight. "Besides, your captain tells me we can outrun more or less anything here, so perhaps there won't be any fun today."<br/><br/>Unlikely. It was possible, though she didn't know for sure, that her nature would draw whatever was lurking here to the surface. Whether by similarity or opposition she didn't know, but bad things were known to follow Anathema. Kisara leaned back against the railing, watching the unnaturally still water slip past on either side. This place felt like death, not a shock, but it was so much worse than she'd imagined. No wonder Shadowlanders were pale and grim; the place felt apt to suck the life out of you after a few minutes.