Hours passed by and the group simply sat and watched the shadow move back and forth in front of the cabin. Lucius was spending most of the time trying to discern what it was that was moving, but the mist had turned into dense barrier that blocked sight, smell, and sound. If it did not exist inside the cabin, it was as if it did not exist.
"I think I want to try something." Lucius said finally, breaking the silence. "Rena, give me a bit of fire please."
He broke off a leg of a chair, wrapped it in cloth, and then soaked it in oil. Rena struck a match and lit the torch he had made. Using magic would have worked, but there comes a time when spells are overkill for simple tasks.
