Ironically, it was that very lack of Mist that was shortly to lead a set of rather familiar people to the general vicinity. Mistless though the place may be, Fran's senses were still more than sharp enough to pick up the faint traces of Mist in the pieces of nethicite he carried. And that in itself was more than enough to prove slightly worrisome, given the reactions she had seen in not only herself but also in Mjrn.

And try as she might, she couldn't help but keep a slight frown off her face at the memories that called to mind. But those could wait, no sense n dwelling on the past. Not now.

"I sense Mist here," she announced quietly, making no attempt to hide the fact that it struck her as slightly odd. "Nethicite, it seems."