[color=a187be][i]"So... You must be Siana."[/i][/color] A dry and raspy voice calmly approached her from behind. His voice was neither high nor low in pitch, but did sound as though it was not often used. If Siana was to turn around, she would see a tall and dark looking figure. Wreathed in a black cloak and a bronze colored mask, the only clue about this person was their voice. Obviously male, this man had no bag slung over his shoulder, as most adventured did. Instead he held only a very old-looking book, clutched in his hand and pressed against his chest.

[color=a187be][i]"I am Adamar. I will be accompanying you into the Fog."[/i][/color] He reached forward with his empty hand. Poking out from the long robes, both his hands and arms were tightly garbed in black cloth.