Bartlett and his party followed the marks left by the frost worms, surrounded by crushed bushes and grass. The frost worms rampaged through the forest, saving them the trouble of forging a new path themselves.
The Barbarian took a deep breath of the forest air, permeated with the intertwined scents of decay and freshness, as well as the slightly nose-stinging chill of dampness. His enhanced vision could even make out the budding flowers of a distant birch, though it was not the blooming season for birch flowers. But after all, this was Foggy Forest.
"So you're saying that if there were no fog, the temperature inside and outside the forest wouldn't be much different?" Old Will walked in the middle of the team, his ever-present pipe in his mouth.
The tobacco in the pipe glowed like a volcano, constantly puffing out smoke, though there was no lava.
