"Not a man of superstition I take it?" Dartis lifts his shirt to reveal the fresh scar on his flank,  "I'm more weary of the monsters in our everyday lives myself. Lately they've been crossing some lines... and my axe has something to say to them once I find them."

She says no more and turns away, but she points towards a painting near the door. Brown hair with blue eyes, the lady depicted is fairly attractive; albeit with a far off look in her eyes. Painting of Gertruda

Euron turns away from her as she throws the insults at him. For a short moment you can see pain in his face. "Exactly because of people like you I avoid humans. You only see the Devil and never the person behind"

To the group he says "We should move on. Somewhere a mighty vampire seems to be up to no good. I am specialized in destroying the undead. I have dedicated my life to this task. I will hunt him. I will look for this burgomaster who wrote this letter. If you want to return home, you have to take care of it yourself, I'm done here. But if you want to help...well...then you are welcome. Against such a powerful opponent I can use help. But you should be aware that it can be deadly". Euron will walk down the stairs to Dart.

Rumble doesn’t say anything but instead, follows silently behind Euron. A flicker of excitement in his eye.

Graeme scratches the back of his head. “Well...”  He says turning back toward the group. “I dinna know ‘bout this vampire business... “ a grin flashes across his face, “bu’ sounds like some arsehole needs a killin!”

Eira, with a stoic look on her face, turns to Graeme and nods.

"Let's see to it that this Strahd meets his demise. Quickly."

Eira follows Euron and Rumble downstairs.

Johnny shrugs a shoulder in response to Dartis as everyone files back down the stairs. Not too long ago, he himself had been one of those everyday-life types of monsters; would still be, even, if it weren't for the unexpected turn of events that led him here.

"I'd be a fool to stay here and die," Johnny says to no one in particular. "I suppose things could be worse than having the chance to snuff out some evil and be a hero."

His grin quickly fades against the grim tension of the party.

"We should find a place to stay and find more information..." Allen following the group pulls Euron off to the side.

Infernal:

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"We should find a place to stay and find more information..." Allen following the group pulls Euron off to the side.

Infernal:

"You okay, I know humans can be harsh. That's why I filed my horn but now something is different...It's like they growing faster..." Allen lifts his hair to reveal the black horns that his hair hides. 

To Allen:

 To the others:

On his way to the door he stops for a moment when he hears that everyone is in. Without turning around he says "So you're all gonna stay? Hmmm... I didn't expect that. Then let's look for a place to stay and find this burgomaster who wrote the letter." he opens the door to go out into the mist again.

Allen nods and begins to look for a inn or someplace to keep dry.

Perception: 14

Our party files out of the home and back to the main thoroughfare, everyone is greeted only by the ever present mist and echoing cries. Allen, at the nearby street corner stands an older wooden post with planks of wood skewed in different directions.

Allen points out the post to the group and walks over looking at the planks.

Upon closer inspection, they're painted with different destinations. The post is rotten wood, and the paint faded, but it's still legible. To the South points the 'Burgomaster', the East reads 'Shop', North East states 'Tavern', the West is the 'Town Limit', and the North sign has been broken off.

Directions post

 "Well we are looking for the Burgomaster do we want to start there?"

"Sounds like a good place to start..." Rumble says.

"Maybe we should start at the shop or tavern," Johnny suggests with a glint in his eye. "Maybe we'll find other people?"

"...The tavern then I could use a drink."

Eira, at the moment she hears the word tavern, begins to smirk and becomes ecstatic. A cold drink seems like just the remedy for a sour mood.

"The tavern it is then fellas! Let's lighten the mood with some beverage's eh?"

“Aye, tavern, that sounds like a good a place as any!” Graeme says.

It’s been a while since he had been able to taste a good whisky.

Rumble shy’s away at the idea of the Tavern. Taverns were usually loud, and filled with people. Easy picking from pockets and a place to rest, but that’s about all they were good for in his eyes. He says “Perhaps a rest up would he good.”