The fog does not clear right away, but you draw comfort from the axe you hold. Abruptly, the fog evaporates, as if it suddenly remembered that the sun was shining. As it clears, several figures are revealed standing in the water a short distance from the bank. Scaly reptilians regard you silently. They wear some kind of form fitting skin, fashioned somewhat like armor, and most carry tridents. One, standing in the center, carries instead a staff of some sort, and the corvid rests upon a scaled shoulder. One claw idly caresses the beak of the corvid.