"It's strange Master Seiryu. The fog has grown heavy in the forest. People are getting lost out there," a man from the town spoke to the fairy tail guildmaster.
"Alright then. I'll go have a look," Kaz accepted the task without compensation. He threw on his backpack and marched into the wilds. He once again could feel the thrill of the wind on his face. The rush of blood pumped through his veins and connected him with the raw nature around him.
The forest was shrouded in a thick fog. A little drizzle of rain clung to the ground from the morning droplets. The wind mage squinted his eyes. A skitter of feet danced across the leaves. Something small darted from one side of the trees to the next.