Invoking a rune was a clever move and you'll find that your attempts aren't fruitless. Not only does the fog around you start to dissipate, but the glowing rune on the stick start to shed some more light to your surroundings. It's almost as if the rune is guiding your way, acting as a beacon during this challenge. Whether this'll help your situation is yet to be seen.

The fog might be furling and disappearing out of your way, but that doesn't stop the general chill of the atmosphere. You find that the forest is getting colder still, much colder than it should be for a day in November. Your journey takes you deeper into the forest where you start to notice a foul stench of decay lingering in the air. Had something died in here...?

After a while, the fog clears enough to leave you on the edge of a clearing, looking down at a horrific sight. The source of the ongoing screaming was from a man who looked to be much older than yourself. A man who looked frail and weak in the presence of the hooded figure that hovered above it. The black cloak billowed out, letting you catch a glimpse of a pair of rotten, scabby hands. The figure used this to reach out to the man, drawing in deep, rattling breaths as it did so.

The temperature here was colder still and, if you're observant enough, you might start to notice a new feeling settling in. A feeling of sadness and despair...