Lora the winged dragonborn flies up to the deck, making her the first back aboard. "Careful with those torches. The seaweed thrives on fire."

She then answers the captain's question succinctly. The others can fill in the details later. "Deadly vines. A shop's log. That there are things in the mist. That we need to find the mother of these things and destroy her." She leans against the ship's rails, trying to use her draconic sight to see through the fog.

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darkvision 60', low-light x2 if those help.