Curse of Strahd

These people don't actually seem bothered by her. "Look it's one them tielfings...." One mutters as a random man throws his arm around Joye and hands her a jug of wine, spilling some on her.

Patch talks by just taking a seat next to some people sitting down “she’s always like this”

Joye takes it and chugs it down. Yep! my name is Joye. Joye points to the rest of the party The cute one over there is Ireena, Her brother Ismark. The grumpy one is Richmond and the furry one is Patch. Oh and then there's Matrick *whispers* He sparkles, but i didn't tell you that

I'm not grumpy, so what brings you here?

The one that sits next to Patch smiles and giggles like a little girl. "Look at the kitty...." She mutters as she reaches out to pet the Tabaxi as if she was a house car.

The one that handed her the wine nods and looks over the party, drunk enough to ignore the fact that the people were not from Barovians. (Joye roll me a straight intelligence check.)

"We were told to camp here Madam Eva." One of the seemingly more sober ones tells Richmond.

Flat int roll? great...17

*sigh*

Madam Eva?

Due to her excitement at what seemed like a party, Joye does not realize the importance of them knowing that she was a tiefling while most other Barovians did not.

"She is somewhat of a leader to us." The woman explains to Richmond.

If the part stays at the fire they hear this story.

A mighty wizard came to this land over a year ago. I remember him like it was yesterday. He stood exactly where you’re standing. A very charismatic man, he was. He thought he could rally the people of Barovia against the devil Strahd. He stirred them with thoughts of revolt and bore them to the castle en masse. “When the vampire appeared, the wizard’s peasant army fled in terror. A few stood their ground and were never seen again.

“The wizard and the vampire cast spells at each other. Their battle flew from the courtyards of Ravenloft to a precipice overlooking the falls. I saw the battle with my own eyes. Thunder shook the mountainside, and great rocks tumbled down upon the wizard, yet by his magic he survived. Lightning from the heavens struck the wizard, and again he stood his ground. But when the devil Strahd fell upon him, the wizard’s magic couldn’t save him. I saw him thrown a thousand feet to his death. I climbed down to the river to search for the wizard’s body, to see if, you know, he had anything of value, but the River Ivlis had already spirited him away.”

Patch begrudgling let’s herself be pet

”is Strahd really that powerful”

"That is not even a truly scary story of Strahd!" Declared the drunken storyteller.

These are the first happy people Matrick has met since being here, he is suspicious. May I roll an insight check to see if something is up?
(Or if somehow he was snuck another roofie-cake?)

(Matrick is still under the effect of the first.... But yeah feel free. Any of you can also roll the intelligence check to notice that these people knew that Joye was tiefling.)

(I thought I was snapped out of it?)

Insight: 11
Intelligence: 20

(You are I was kidding.)

The people seem to just be drinking and talking after a long day of travel

. 

So what are you guys doing? Why did this Madam Eva tell you to come?

The woman shrugged and looked over towards one of the tents. "She said this was as good a place as any to set up camp."

Matrick will take a seat near Patch and/or Richmond and listen in. Accepting any water brought to him but no ale or wine.

Those by the fire continue to talk and drink, the accordion occasionally being played. The party can freely explore the camp if they wish to.

Patch is currently drunk off her ass right now, her arm around the women that had been petting her ”and then camme en tha snoke bomb, and wel tha were intresting”