Rog extends his hand into the cool fog swirling off the surface of the river. It curls around his wrist leaving water droplets on his fingertips. "Shadows attract demons. Demons attract chaos." He mutters. Fingers moving apart just slightly so the fog streams move through them like threads. "Something beautiful to one acts as a cover to the evils of the world." His voice is a soft whisper. Breath almost held as he speaks. "Which of these am I, that you come to me so willingly?"
The fog pools at his feet swirling up his torso as the thicker part of its morning trek grows around him.
"Would that you would hide my presence indeffinitely." He folds his legs and sits in the damp air allowing it to engulf the turmoil within him.










