* there's a grey fog all around, obscuring sight for anything further than a few yards. Vague shapes of structures both ruined and whole rise and vanish in the fog with passing movement; broken columns, old stone houses and buildings, fallen arches. A ruined city.
Wading up to his knees through the dark (black, almost) water that stretches endlessly in every direction, the only sounds the splashing of ripples, and the soft clanking of his sword at his waist. *