The next day, the caravan woke up quite late. In the morning, a thick mist arose between the forests, almost covering the entire Hodalen Mountain Range with a white haze so dense that one could not see their hands in front of them. In such conditions, the caravan dared not set out recklessly, so everyone prepared themselves and waited in place.
"With such dense fog, Mr. Mats, are you really planning to go into the mountains? It's too dangerous." Billger's dry voice came, sounding emotionless.
"No, no, Mr. Billger, you only know part of the story. I've traveled the trade routes of the Nord many times, and when the morning fog is thick, it means the sun will come out by mid-morning, making today's journey that much easier," Oliver said nonchalantly, his face full of confidence.