As Laz opened his eyes, he realized he was once again in the silent world. Riding on Tyr and understanding where he was, Laz was a lot more relaxed and took the time to really observe the world around him. Last time he was here, he was convinced it was nothing more than ordinary forest. This time though, he could faintly detect the grey mist in the air. It didn't discolor the trees or the grass, more like it added a layer to it that wasn't easily noticeable. Now that Laz was here again, he was bale to process that the time he had spent here the last time is what actually led to that fog invading his system. Even now, as he breathed in the air, he could detect a faint trace of it coming in, so little that it could be ignored for the short term.
'It must have been because I spent so much time here last time that it became this suppressive substance within me,' Laz thought to himself.
