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White knuckling the edges of the boat as it rocked upon Azerus' arrival, Moeasha took in a deep breath to calm herself. She gripped the oars back in her hands and began to row where Azerus had pointed. 

"I may be able to lift the fog, if it is natural. If it is the result of a spell, I will have no hold on it." Moeasha informed her guildmate. "Also, I am not combat ready. My only help in a fight is using my magics, and I am not currently at full strength."

She looked down at the water as they moved, then back to the shore that was looking so far away now. Moeasha wondered if helping the townsfolk was even worth it at this point, as the humans didn't seem to appreciate the two magicians' efforts.