[Hak is standing just outside of the tree with his hsu quandao across his shoulders. He's looking out at the mist and knows by now that there has been a varied response to the violin music that has played for the last few days. He's more than a little disturbed by what he is seeing so he's bringing it to the attention of everyone, if they haven't already seen.]So, it looks like the storm is done. We can all make our way outside without fear of drowning via raindrops.
The creepy music has stopped too.
[Yes, creepy music. He doesn't care what you have to say about it--it wasn't pleasant.] It looks like the musician wants to pay us all a visit though.
[Hak points his amber in the direction of the mist. It might be a little hard to see on the screen but there is definitely a person out there.]Any volunteers want to go see what he wants? If he wants in, I vote no. The stench of rotting corpse is hard to get out of fabric.
[The amber turns back to Hak before he addresses everyone.]I know several of us have discussed determining who here is a fighter. I think it might be a good time to get a head count in case that thing is hostile.