I was walking east through Idawoll when fog descended from the snow-clad peaks, covering the land like a soft blanket. In this part of Dvergheim, the fog was a frequent visitor, and the locals talked about it as if it were some kind of malevolent and unpredictable entity. "If Old Whiting joins you," a slightly pompous dwarf once told me, "you'd better lie low until he tires of your company."
Labored words, but sound advice: In the thick fog which now covered the alpine forest, I could barely see five yards in any direction, and all landmarks were lost from view. Hoping that 'Old Whiting' would depart before dark, I gathered some firewood and struck camp near a stand of giant Dvergheim pines. I was in no great hurry, and after all, this was not the best weather for locating concealed portals.
You can read the full account of Torgrim's travels here.
Also included is a behind the scenes and Q&A Thread for the entire Travels on Agon series which can be found here.
