Silverwood Realm, The Stillness.
A crowd had formed in the main plaza, an uneasy mix of Shield Warriors and Wood Elves. The elves, in particular, watched the center of the square with a familiar terror creeping back into their eyes. The source of their fear was a swirling mass of gray-black mist about ten feet across, hovering motionlessly. It was a Mist Wraith.
To the Wood Elves, this demonic monster was an inescapable death sentence. In the entire brutal history of their flight, not a single one of them had ever escaped an encounter with a Mist Wraith.
The commotion was significant enough that Orion himself emerged from the main keep.
"What's going on here?" he asked, striding over to Tangere. His eyes swept over the nervous onlookers, and his brow furrowed in disapproval. The Stillness was on a war footing. Everyone should have been at their posts, contributing. A crowd of gawkers with long faces was the last thing he wanted to see.