Voices in the Mists
(Crossing, Zoluren: 377 Nissa 355)
On the ferry from the crossing to the south there were more swirling mists sighted the other day.
A half-heard voice whispered, "Your self-centered obsession will be the doom of you all."
Then rough voice laughed coarsely from angry mists, "You think of nothing but your bits of grass and your shiny play toys. Fools all."