The visitor comes from far away. He comes unannounced, as he knew not where he was going until he got there.
Woe would come once and for all for the lonely folkd who wished to stay that way.
Shattered by a war started far from them which ravaged their homes, folk and lands, they would be forced to pay the cost.
Some mists hold secrets.
Mists that look just as any other, hanging in the air to hold both sound and vision at bay.