Luvash claps once, and the man withdraws succinctly from the garish tent. Luvash happily watches the tabaxi interested, "These were rather easy requests to fulfill. Anything else that I can do for our," he looks the group over, "heroes?"

“One last question about these... uhh, beasts - if you don’t mind.” Graeme asks hesitantly...

”Can they, uh, pass on this curse to someone not afflicted, like say with a bite or scratch?”

"Yeah, if you could allow us to rest here, and if you had a spare map/ tent so that my companions and could discuss our next move." Allen will look again at the potions “Perhaps I could take  the potions as well if you don’t mind.”

Allen will reach for the potions if Luvash approves.

Yes its been a while since ive rested and id like to get to know you all better. You all seem like such well off adventurers. I feel like i have a lot to learn. 

Ben looks to Luvash

Youve been such a gracious host. After we collect a tent, is there anywhere on your property we can set up camp? Or would you happen to have a site already ready for such guests?

Luvash steeples his hands and leans forward. The candles' light fail to paint away the ominous darkness on his face. "My good sir, it would behoove your best interests to not befall the presence of such creatures. I personally cannot say for certain, but my sources would lean to the affirmative. However, that's second or third hand knowledge."

"Legend has it that, far off to the West in the unscaleable ivory walls of Krezk, these creatures originated. It's said that their beast forms are far stronger than that of a normal man; sharp claws and daggers for teeth that brutally tear through anything in their path. Should one sink their jaws upon a victim, they spread their malady. It's a rather lengthy process, with multiple stages. I'm afraid I cannot enlighten you as to scratches." He looks you over for a moment before continuing a touch slower, "I trust none of you were inflicted with the curse."

Without word, Luvash snaps his fingers and claps twice once again. As before, the silent man approaches Allen, opening the chest wide. Within are three potions, all corked, unlabeled, glass viles. One a blood red with crimson flecks that dazzle when disturbed, another bile yellow with a blue eyeball within, and the last a perfectly clear liquid with a candy-red bubble that expands and contacts when shaken. Of their nature or purpose, you're unable to discern.

Crossing his legs and readjusting to a more comfortable position, Luvash directs his attention to Ben. "For the knight, clearly of noble bearing and stature, an appropriate tent can certainly be provided. We keep no property, as no man but Strahd can simply own land. However, you may certainly seek refuge within our company. A tent I can surely provide; that's a trifle. There is one on the left hand side of our camp you may utilize at your leisure. For what it's worth, please accept it as a token of my gratitude. Someone will show you to it when you're ready."

Allen will grab the potions then head out to the tent.

I do appreciate that sir. 

He gives a deep bow once again

Id hate to hold you up from any task you may have been engaged with any longer. We can wait here surely till your servant arrives to take us there.

Rumble quietly saunters out of the tent behind the others.

The group exits the tent, Arabella waving farewell next to her father. A vistani in the usual liveliness bows and directs you to the tent in silence. Ben, before the group is the tent Luvash offered. It's easily big enough for four to five people, coloured in bright lavish colours and standard a-frame construction. The servant opens the flap, revealing a lit interior that's furnished with a small collapsible table, several bed rolls.

It's late morning currently, and the day is yours.

[OOC: So are we on our way to crezk? Can we get the map DM?]

Ooc: You can be on your way to anywhere you'd like, but the group did say they'd take Ireena to Vallaki. Map.

Finally alone Allen will double check to make sure they are truly alone. In meditation he will use one of his eyes of the grave to detect any undead within 60ft. If he doesn’t sense any he will continue his conversation. 

Ben waits and listens and looks around once inside the tent for any thing unusual or if anyone is around.

Perception 20

Allen, you focus, close your eyes, and sense the world around you. Starting internally and slowly feeling the presence around you, darkness pushing in and out, there doesn't seem to be any undead in the near vicinity.

Ben, aside from the colourful interior and new found group, there's nothing too out of the ordinary nor others. It appears that you're alone.

Coming out of the state of meditations Allen will pull out a map. “We’re about an hour away from Vallaki, so we can theoretically take a long rest to full heal and restore my spells and make it in time before the gates close. But what’s been on my mind is the prophecy the fortune teller told us. Let me get my notes...” pulling out his tome he begins to flip the the pages.

[OOC: Just went to work so I’ll post the cards in a bit or if the DM could copy and paste it for me.]

Rumble curls up on a floow pillow in the corner and motions with a wave of his hand "Yes. Wake me up when we're ready to leave." and hides his face under his hood.

Ooc: Five cards were told by the fortune teller old.

“Well this has been quite the hooley, but if ye lads doon mind, I think I’ll join fluffy in a nap.”

Evaluating the tactics of a potential intruder, Graeme walks over to the opposite side of the tent from Rumble and settles in for a rest.

Going through the notes “Ismark do you know of any tower by a lake? Also what is the highest peak of thus land?”

Ismark enters the tent, followed closely, and cautiously, by Ireena. The two had not entered the large tent with the group, just now getting near the party. Ismark looks about and states, "I... uh, we thought it best to hang back. The sound of that man, I don't like 'em. Anyway, you said something about a tower?"

He runs a hand over his chin and says, "The only tower I'm familiar with is the Pillarstone of Ravenloft that watches over Barovia. I hate to mention, but I haven't been this far before. Ah, there was a windmill, right? Does that count? Nobody I've met has traveled even to that gate. However, the largest mountain is Mount Baratok up north. On a clearer day, we might have had chance of spying it near the waterfront, if the stories I've read are true."

Meanwhile, Ireena lights up at the posh interior. Happier than she's seemed in some time, she eagerly takes a seat on a bright purple bed roll with fluffy pillows. Perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, she blushes slightly and turns away to marvel at the niceties about.