[Even as Harper is trying to cajole him into obedience, Jon isn't quite a step behind him in catching on to something being off. A place like this isn't supposed to be silent, and if it weren't for the earlier squabble, they would probably have noticed the quiet setting in before this.
Jon's hands ball up into fists, no longer trying to fight against getting loose. At least for now. His shoulders move back a bit as he stands taller, looking around warily.
The fog continues on its encompassing grip on their surroundings, misting and grey.]
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Jon's hands ball up into fists, no longer trying to fight against getting loose. At least for now. His shoulders move back a bit as he stands taller, looking around warily.
The fog continues on its encompassing grip on their surroundings, misting and grey.]
This isn't right. We should get moving.