During yet another dark and rainy night, an elven male, presumably another victim of the mists, came stumbling out from the nearby Vistani camp. Clutching a lantern in one hand, and a staff in his others. It is said that he was found passed out near the camp, eventually being be shaken back into consciousness by fellow travelers, only to proceed to throw up a small torrent of water. After a brief exchange, the man departed towards the south...