Well, this time she's actually in the middle of battle, isn't she. Damn. At least no one knows she's here. She can just kind of... hide behind the big turtles and hope nothing hits her. She helps with the fight itself.

Somehow, she has the sneaking suspicion that he's going to have forgotten everything she just told him by the time it ends.

He hasn't. "Are you still here?"

'Yes. Do you still remember everything?'

"I do. You mentioned a time loop. That's—worrying."

'Yes.' She hesitates, then adds, 'I think you're here in the Mists, too.'

"...I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"Friend, we must go," says one of the people in the party. "Mesmer—care to accompany us? We can continue conversing on our way."

'Sure,' she agrees. Obligingly, she starts walking, moving her illusions with her. 'Have you gotten tired from anything you've done? Do you need to eat or drink?'

"Yes. I haven't eaten since I left the last outpost and this trek is not very restful."

'Okay. Do you know how someone trapped in the Mists could get out, then?'

"...my best bet would be going to the Battle Isles and using a portal there. There might be others, but that's the only one I know."

'I don't know how to get there from here. It's all grey mist. Except here.'

"We might be able to find someone who could pierce the veil here, then? If you're in the Mists but can talk to us and see us then maybe the veil is thinner."

Yeah, she somehow does not think that's what's going on.

'Could this be done before you get the baby turtles to the outpost? That's when the loop resets.'

"We can't delay the turtles," the man who objected the first time says.

"But we could send someone ahead without them," necromancer guy says.

"We need everyone—"

"We don't, really. We have redundancy." He looks at Vetareh's illusion. "Do you think that would be sufficient?"

'Yes. And I'll help with the turtles.'

This is absolutely not going to work, but hey, it's something to do besides walking in endless mist some more.

"Myra, you go," necromancer says to someone sporting daggers and with a bandana covering her mouth.

"Gee, thanks, boss, way to say I'm expendable."

"You're fast and you can hide very well, your shadow stepping is very good at—"

"Fine, fine, I was just joking. I'll be back soon." And she disappears in a puff of black smoke.

'Thank you,' she adds.

Well. Time to protect some turtles, then. Luckily, she's done this before, so she knows what to watch out for and can warn them ahead of time before something happens.

Except...

...the mist starts thickening again. Their voices slowly become echoes as they start fading from the world—