Chapter 184 Creeping Haze

• Finn
• Cheers ricochet off the walls of the quick-build arena, deafening, as one wolf shoulders another out of the jousting lane. I think both of them are from Dun’s Crossing. In theory, they ought to be wearing our colors. Hell, they might be. But I’ve barely been paying attention.
• Most of my attention is on the thin wisps of silver-gray mist threaded through the clouds. The very first sign of a Haze settling in.