You pass the rock and walk blindly a little farther and are surprised
to walk suddenly into a small circle that is completely clear of mist.
You see that the circle is outlined by tiny white toadstools. They
seem to form a barrier that the mist cannot enter...
You remember your mother telling you once of something called a fairy
ring. It was just this...a ring made of mushrooms. When you entered
into the ring, the fairies could come and steal your soul...
But that was just a story, right? And there seems to be no other way
to get out of the mist...
You keep the rock in mind, but also with the possibilty of a dragon in
mind, you decide it would be wiser to examine your surroundings a bit
more.