A blanket of fog was nothing new to the Druid, Lammy. Just another weird case of weather. It only got weirder as the fog never seemed to dissipate, and in fact, thickened to the point of impairment. The hawk perched on his shoulder would groan if she could. "SCREEE! ([i]What in the seven hells is this?[/i])" Sheeva complained, causing her companion to shrug. "Beats me. Think you can get atop it, find us a way out?" He suggested. With a compliant nod, she took off the best she could, taking to the skies to find an end to this fog. Though, even through ascension, the fog was impossibly thick. 

And then, just like that, the fog disappeared. With nary a kiss goodbye or a "see you later". Lammy barely had the time to process all that was happening. Beside the instant weather change and depressing landscape, he also had to take into account the familiar cast of characters now standing alongside him. [b]"Lammy? Eranah? What in Torm's name?"[/b] It was a familiar voice saying familiar names. Suffice to say, Lammy was a little excited.

"Lily?!" He spun towards the lady paladin, encasing her in a eager hug. He would've lifted her off her feet and spun her around if he could, but plate armor is heavy, and she was quite densely built for someone of her stature. A simple hug would have to do. "How are- What's been- You are-" There was a lot the boy wanted to say, and it all tried coming out at once. His face was growing so hot, he couldn't even tell it was cold out. So he took a step back, and took a deep breath. He looked past her, just briefly, and the cold, grim setting finally started to settle in. "...Where are we?" He asked simply, surveying the landscape.

Sheeva began to descend once the fog lifted. Equally confused as her partner, she began to return to him, only to realize he wasn't alone. [i]"Familiar faces..."[/i] she thought, quite grimly.