The Fog swirls along low to the ground, hiding anything from view ankle high and lower. The bright sunny skies were darkening quickly, too quickly. Through the fog came a being, short, so short that it could easily have been mistaken for a dwarf or perhaps a young child. Yet its flesh was as wrinkled as any wizened woman, as rough as the bark of an old tree.<br/><br/>Its eyes, assuming it had eyes, were nothing but deep black holes where eyes would presumably be....yet it moved with a shuffling gait, and its motions were calm and not agitated. It reaches a branch-like arm upwards and beckons her "Jodeeeeeeee.....Heeeelppp usssss..." An echoing of the voice as soft as down filled the air.