Excuse me, but where do you think you’re going?

Um…what?
Don’t make me repeat myself. I asked you where you were going.
Because from the looks of it, you were going straight into the fog.
You know, the one with the monsters, ghosts, and talking skulls?

Hold on, did that skull just talk?
Yes, I did. Oh, don’t look so shocked, it’s not like this is your first time talking to an “older” woman.
Thousands of years older, yes, but I don’t mind the age difference if you don’t.
Especially since you’re so keen on becoming a skull yourself.

Not that it’s any of your business, but straight ahead.
Really? Did your people not warn you? About the monsters, and ghosts, and talking skulls and such?
Seems a tad suicidal if you ask me.

I don’t know. Where do you think I’m going?
Well, I’m no navigator, but from the looks of it, you were heading straight into that deathly fog.

To a wonderful place full of sweetrolls and a warm a bed.
And you think you’ll find it in there? Are you mad?
No, that’s a rather pointless question. We’ve already confirmed your madness. Case closed.