They made their way through the town, slipping past the Scrapmaster's arena, a wide, open area, where a few groups of gang members were sparring, towards the haunted valley. A narrow, winding cleft in the metal walls, the entire area is filled with a clammy, cloying, heavy mist, that seems to cling to everything. Johanna shuddered, as she stepped into it. "I don't like this. It feels... evil." she muttered.