It was no easy task to pick out a path in the half-light. All I could make out was a narrow trail leading downhill through tall trees. Of the town there was no sign. From this, I gathered I had emerged into a reality other than the one in which I had been before I left the Guild. That was more or less what I had expected.
I comforted myself with the thought that I would make better speed once dawn gave way to day. Instead, I found myself descending into a thick, swirling mist that cloaked my surroundings and made it difficult to pick out the path more than a few feet ahead. All I could tell was that the trail spiraled downward around the hillside. As the rounds grew wider, the bushes that lined my way appeared to glow, as if lit from within. It was a surreal, eerie glow that set me on edge, but I could not find an explanation for my unease, so, I persuaded myself I was merely imagining strangeness where there was none and walked on.
For hours I marched ahead. The ground became even, and the path was easy enough to follow. Though the mist did not lift, I felt confident about the direction I was taking and the ground I must be covering. The trail did not branch off in any direction but led me onward between the trees. I trusted the mist would lift towards noon and that the path would lead me out into a village or onto a road, sooner or later.