Accursed Mists Be Damned
"A scary story, huh? That's the understatement of the year. Whole towns been upended, it would seem, and no one really seems to know what's going on. In fact, the whole damn island has gone screwy. If you ask me, it's some super dark magic. Probably from those damn goblins."
She looks around the almost entirely empty room and leans forward, as if some monumental secret were hidden behind her lips.
"Can't really give you detail if there isn't much to give in the first place. Beyond the walls? Well, the rest of the island but more importantly, it would seem death is the new stock and trade out them gates. We haven't even seen a trade caravan or merchant cart in...oh...probably 3 or 4 months now."
Leaning backward to stand straight again, she pulls an anonymous bottle from the shelf and pours herself a small glass of whatever the golden hued liquid was.
"As for the sea, well, there's nothing really to tell. Ships went out, never came back. Pieces would wash up. Same with bodies, well...parts of anyway."
She pauses and raises the small glass into the air; her head lowers briefly. Recomposing herself, she downs drink in one swallow; her face contorting for several moments after.
"Then we've got this wave of murders in town as well as goblins and whatever else they dragged along hounding our gates. Add to all of that, some of the older captains, the ones that sailed just before the fog set in, claim that we're not near the mainland."
She slams the empty glass down.
"Need more detail? Ask the guards or one of the dead. I work for my money."