A mantle of heavy fog had rolled in off the Bitter Sea,
enshrouding Krondor in dense whiteness.
The capital of the Western Realm of the Kingdom never rested,
but normal night sounds were muffled
by the nearly impenetrable haze cloaking the movements of those
still traveling the streets.
Everything seemed more subdued, less strident than usual,
almost as if the city were at peace with itself.