Damn. What in the hell was up with all this fog?  Stupid lakes... he's quite glad he doesn't live near one, and decides he never will. Too much of a pain. With a sigh, he looked around, but finds it just about impossible to get his bearings. Their seemed to be one other person here besides him, maybe they knew something. So he does what seems rational.<br/><br/>He follows after that figure, only vaguely being able to make out their outline in the thick fog, and calls out. "Hey! Excuse me."