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[color=003471][h1]Grisia[/h1][/color]
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Turns out that Grisia was terrifyingly correct when he guessed that this mission would be a disaster, with the first omen of chaos and destruction showing itself as soon as they boarded the carriage: Noelle insisted in being the driver and, in despite of Grisia trying his utmost to warn others about how disastrous doing that would be, most of the group agreed in letting the more experienced adventurer do the driving. Unsurprisingly, it was quickly revealed to be a stupid decision, as the sleepyheaded B ranked adventurer took about 3 swconds to sleep and crash the carriage, triggering the timely intervention of Granoda and the grumpy mumbles of Grisia, that surprisingly didn't even move in despite of the crash, having steadied his posture from the very start as he already expected something like that happening. [color=003471]"Serves you right. I said it was a stupid idea but y'all decided no one should pay attention to the thief's warning."[/color]

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In the end, though, the trip was hardly as harsh as the thief expected, with him even managing to laze around during most of the trip, simply laying down above the carriage and passing time by doing extremely relevant for the mission activities, such as gazing clouds or sleeping - whoose the clear importance was mostly denyed by the other members of the party.

The time for leisure didn't take that long to end though: as soon as they started to approach their destination, an strangely eerie fog started to quickly thicken around the group in despite of the fact that the region lacked the required ambient to produce such an uncommon climate, letting the fact that this weird fog was man-made more than clear for the relatively experienced Grisia, whoose eyes quickly sharpened as he tried to get a grasp of his surroundings.

[color=003471]"Can't I just guard the interior of the blankets with Noelle?
I feel that she may need even more cover."[/color] The thief laughed nervously at his own joke, putting up a guard with his sword - currently assuming its reduced form - as he continued to watch his surroundings while paying some faint attention to the conversation going on between the blue-skinned female - Diana, if he remembered her name correctly - and Granoda.

[color=003471]"She's right, Granoda. This fog isn't normal at all. I ain't even sure if I can blink amidst all this interf..."[/color] He quickly added as the blue skinned female finished talking just to be interrupted by a noise that could only be described as terrifying - specially when coupled with the already gloomy environment - and slowly grew louder and louder: it was getting closer.