"As they say: If in doubt, hide in a cloud." Haribord whispered the ancient proverb and poured some water from his flask onto his open hand. Within seconds, the water started to bubble and fog began to fall to the floor, much more than it had any right to.
The giant cavern filled with unnaturally thick fog in minutes, diffusing the red light from the ember crystals, which grew on the rough ceiling, into a hellish glow. Alarmed voices could be heard echoing on the stone walls.
"Who the fyock says that?" Stora rumbled and risked another peek over the boulder they were hiding behind. "Can we go now?"
"The scholars #attribute the proverb to the witch Haliga and although most people think it means to know when to hide and retreat, it's not actually that."
Haribord had closed his eyes. His face twitched from concentration, which gave him a demonic visage in the red gloom.
"You see, Haliga's cloud is not just a cloud. It is grown from you and thus part of you." Sweat ran down his brow. "You feel all that it touches. It will follow you and go anywhere you want." The fog started to flow and pool in different corners of the cavern. The cries of surprise and fear quickly turned into screams, then gurgles, then silence.
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