A couple days pass almost in a blur. The crew gives you a wide berth for some unfathomable reason, but are behaving respectfully. The winds are favourable, too, and the ship is swallowing mile after mile.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Both</div><div class="spoiler_body">Do you plan to interact with anyone specifically? Look for information? Try and make friends? Anything else?</div></div>So it continues...until on the evening of the second day, you see a rapidly approaching wall of mist. A grey and black ship is flowing in and out of the mist, just as the wind is carrying "The Fat Boar" right towards the center of it.<br/>Weird, though. Ordinarily, a wind disperses the mist. This mist, however, seems to only get thicker.<br/><strong>"I don't like that. Not one bit",</strong>mutters Volodya, who is just passing by - but now stops to look carefully at the ship.