Reyata sat easily, relaxed, but she lowered her voice further which bespoke volumes about the unease she felt, which was otherwise undetectable on her elven features, which always seemed set in a smile, as if she were constantly on the verge of laughing. As she spoke, she again glanced around the room, gaging the mood of the others...<br/><br/>"Aye, I felt it. Almost like the fog was sapping the very life out of the earth. It is almost as though something evil were being brewed out there and the fog a byproduct...   I don't like it"