His legs ached terribly and the wind and rain continued to sting his eyes, but he pressed on. Ten minutes later his stomach started to growl, joining in on the symphony nature had created with the howling wind and pounding rain. "God, I didn't realize I was this hungry," he said to himself. Eventually the wind and rain let up some and about five minutes later a thin mist started to form, quickly developing into a thick fog that obscured his vision beyond 30 feet. "This isn't right," he thought. "I may not be a druid but I know fog doesn't form this fast." He was right, it doesn't. At the moment it didn't bother him much, what did was the growing absence of light. Wherever he was the sun had almost set and he was becoming more and more irritable.

Something moved up ahead, something small and misshapen. He moved closer, gripping his oaken staff tightly. The creature didn't hesitate and plodded through the mud and fog into his his range of sight. It was a goblin. He had read about them in books back in his "old" world. Pretty wimpy creatures these goblins he thought. Oh well, lets get this over with. "Stand aside vile creature or prepare to be eradicated," the man growled with a sneer. The small creature moved slightly forward, seemingly oblivious to the tall man's threats. "So you don't understand English 'eh? Should've went to school you dolt." The man in the blue robes began to mumble some strange words, while pointing his right index finger at the small unfortunate in the middle of the road. Suddenly, two pure white darts of energy shot from his fingertip and sped towards the surprised little creature. The darts struck the goblin square in the chest with bone jarring impact, vanishing seconds later. The tall man was already laughing as the dirty goblin, face twisted in pain, fell head first into the dark mud. His lifeless body already being engulfed by the thick ooze. "Stupid little creature wasted my time", the man snarled. "I think it would have been easier to cave in his pointed head with my staff rather than waste one of my precious spells." Stepping over the lump in the road he continued on his trek with renewed vigor. The fog started to lift and within the hour dissipated altogether. This raised the man's spirits even more and shortly he began to hum a strange tune. In the distance just beyond the hills he saw a faint glow cutting through the fading light. "A friendly and warm glow", he thought. He instantly knew what it was and within the final few minutes of twilight, his tired eyes were gazing upon the outskirts of Midhome.