Who; Shalimar + OTA
What; Audio post and tavern option
Where; Network + Tavern in the Market
When; 4-11
Warnings; None at the moment

A. Audio Network
Dunno if anyone's looking into this fog shit, but I've followed a few people who have been taken. They take them to the water and drag them under. I tried to follow further but the fog's too thick and I'm not stupid enough to challenge that many of them in their own territory. [ She pauses and when she speaks again there's a hint of tired amusement in her voice. ] I am stupid enough to follow them on land though. There were footprints that lead off into one of the thickest areas of the fog. Followed those for a bit. Fog gets worse the further north you go but there's something new there.

There's undead everywhere and... one of them looked exactly like someone that got caught a few days ago. [ That'd caught her off guard to see someone that looked like the person she'd tried to help. It also really hammered in the idea that they probably needed to do something about whatever this shit was. ] I made it pretty far without them noticing, seems like they're stereotypical undead, just more bloated and wet. Further you get, more there are and then there's the crab men. [ She'd run into more problems with those, but she's not going to actually admit that. ] There's a lighthouse and something there. Those crab things are protecting it and there's, I don't know. There was a sound? It almost sounded like something singing up on the cliffs. Maybe from the lighthouse. Couldn't really go any further alone. If anyone has anything else to ask, I can tell you what I know. Or you can find me at the Tavern.

[ And that's all she's got to say really. She's not good at ending things like this so she just ends. ]

B. Log Tavern
Bad decisions and Shalimar went together like peanut butter and jelly. It wasn't like she tried to make the worst choice possible, it was just that she didn't think things through. Instincts lead most of the decisions she made and not the potential consequences of those decisions. That'd been the case with her choices over the last week. It'd all started with her stumbling onto one of those crab things taking someone towards the sea. She hadn't been stupid enough to go after it directly, but she couldn't help trying to help. A mistake that resulted in nothing but frustration and obsession.

That's what it'd become. An obsession. The whispering kept her from getting too close but that didn't stop her from trying to track where they were going. Eventually she'd been able to figure a few things out. Unfortunately, she'd run into a few problems when she'd found the undead and the Lighthouse. Somehow she'd managed to keep quiet and avoid being spotted for a while. All good things come to an end though and she'd made a misstep that caught the attention of a few of them. She'd gotten out, but not without a few regrets and more than a few scrapes and bruises to show for it.

And that's how she'd ended up in the Tavern on her second drink. She'd cleaned up some by the time she'd made her Network post but it was still obvious she'd been in some sort of fight. She'd counted herself lucky that there weren't many people in the tavern. Couldn't blame them there with how many people were going missing.

She ran a hand through her hair and then waved someone over to order a third drink. "One more when you get the chance," she said with a tone that betrayed her exhaustion. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned she'd be here.