A Torch Lined Hallway                                  -      -      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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A fog rolls around your feet and up the walls, clinging to everything
with shape or texture.  The feeling is eerie at best and almost makes you
want to turn back.  You are still curious about where the fog is coming from
and why there would be fog inside the keep.