Only way through is to follow the fog
"The Sea of Glass has been the place of wedding ceremonies for as long as I can remember hearing, usually at night with wedding guests holding torches to light the way. My own parents were married at the shrine." Noah brushed snow off his gloves before moving to pick up more pieces of shattered stone and mortar. "The brides are often done up more beautifully than they have ever been before, anointed with their family's bridal crown. Even the bridegroom was done up in a way that he could never afford before. Hunters so clean you'd never recognize them, with oil in their hair and even decorations." Like the steel and the wood, Noah made piles of the stone. He grunted with effort, but between the grunts he tallied the traditions for the Sword.
"Every couple is different, and exchange something that has meaning to them. Rings, knives, bows, livestock...something that represents their lives apart and now their new life together." Noah paused, taking a break to catch his breath after moving a rather large -- nearly too large for him -- piece of rubble. "I don't know yet what I am going to give to Cordelia. I thought about trying to find her a griffin egg."
