The party looks around, through the thick, obscuring fog. "Where? I can't see a damned thing?" "Then use your ears, human. Seven or eight of them, I think." "What?!"<br/><br/>The enemy monks seem to be holding themselves ready, waiting for a signal from their leader. The cleric begins casting, a Summon Monster spell, while the bard invokes a Ghost Sound, behind the party. Daminor, easily spooked already, turns, and draws his weapon, slicing at the empty air where the sound came from.