Nervous chatter behind you reminds you of the fact that your party is still close to you, even though the fog is to thick for you to see them. Your horse snorts and dances nervously to the side. You instinctively tighten you grip on the reigns and slowly groom your horse, while muttering soothing words to her. This fog has even made your "battle hardened" steed a bit anxious.

Up in the distance you can see a break in the fog... "Is that sunlight?," you ask yourself. A smile crosses your face as quickly realize it is just that. Without thought you spur your horse causing her to break into a gallop. You can hear your party's horses galloping in the distance.

'Light, where there is light, there is hope.' You say aloud to yourself as your horse runs out of the fog and into the sunlight."

-The D.M.