"It is known to us," she said, perhaps in a slight understatement. It often went unnoticed in the larger cities of the Empire, seeping through the broken pavement. The Viera in particular were sensitive to its presence and affect, and therefore it was something she was wary of. However, it took quite a bit to drive her mad. Still, with the descriptions she had heard of the Mist Continent..."But never in Ivalice has it laid so thick."

Fran paused, turning out towards the street. The scent on the air was chilled almost, which meant that it was probably safe enough. It was abundant, but perhaps not as lively as in places like The Feywood.

"It is that way, is it not?" the woman asked, pointing with a long finger in the direction of the far off cliff. Interesting, though, that these people had powered their industry on it. In Ivalice it was a natural element for sure, but not one harnessed. It was then that she glanced up at the building they were in front of, assuming it was their destination.

"Is this the place?"