The boar was old. Pierce could realize as she used her spell and climbed in the rope was crumbly and parts of it broke and crumbled as she untied the small craft. It slid into the water with ease the lake was calm being in this strange crater it was usually wind calm and as Pierce floated deeper into the lake thords the island the fog took her.<br/><br/>For a while it was absolute loneliness and isolation just her small craft with no sound what so ever in the small world of her vision. The fog only allowed her to see for a short distance it muffled sounds and did strange things with light and sound an unnatural gray light was all that existed inside that fog for the good half hour he floated on the water.<br/><br/>Then sound came back to her world as from some place to the front of her their was the splashing of surf on the beach. A moment later their was the thump of wood on rocks and the small craft landed in a small shielded secluded part o the beach. It was rocky with a large stone that shielded it from sight, peaking around Pierce could see 3 structures a huge domed building gleaming black marble in the moist air as if the whole thing was made from a single peace of dark marble.<br/><br/>Next to it was a small structure and another domed building much smaller this one made from glass, inside even from her place Pierce could see green.<br/>