It was just another boring day monitoring the Mists, the strange murky clouds that hover in the canyons below the Up Top.Until it wasn't.They say whatever enters the mysterious mist is lost to it.When Novara's schooner is sucked into the clouds of death, she's expecting the worst.She's going to die.Instead, she finds herself violently thrust into a world below her own, of darkness, humanoid bat people, and madness.Great gwog, if ever there was a time her love for dead languages could come in handy, this was it. And she would be definitely be needing it because this was her new home now.Citoc isn't too keen on taking on the odd, funny faced wingless Humanid that had literally dropped down atop him, spewed out from the skies, yet he finds himself drawn to the mouthy, witless female.He isn't the only one intrigued by the many tongues speaking newcomer.A whole new world and all the different cultures forming the melting pot of the Alcove, Novara will need to learn to navigate it all fast if she's to stand a chance at making a go of it in the caves.Eladrathuil preserve her, what's a stranded Mists pilot to do? Acclimate. Her stubborn buns are going to do it her way, though.May the madness ensue and the odds be in her favor.