The light and fluffy mists spiralled on in an unseizing turbulent pattern, enveloping the village.
Lirian and Izlandi walked through the misty streets with their hoods pulled over their heads and their cloaks wrapped loosely around their bodies, just allowing for the hilt of their swords to be seen by any prying eyes.
It wasn't until several minutes later that the first rays of light broke trough the sky and the warmth started to drive away the gentle mists.
Izlandi glanced backwards and could make out the occasional glimmer of light, and as the sun rose higher that glimmer only grew.
The coins laid across the roads by Lirian were starting to reflect the light and shine throughout the village.
Due to the number of coins that Lirian had laid out the trail ran for several miles throughout almost every cobblestoned street of the village.
