Making his way to the food filled table, Flyn will begin to loudly gorge while his mouth seems never fully close. In between bites Flyn will do his best to stuff more into his pockets while nobody is watching.

18 Sleight of hand

Skorn stops eating mid-bite: Wait a second, lad, did you say vampire?

"Aye Manneo-I too shall pass on the feast."

Dink hearing Vampire slows his Top like action, not stop just slows so he can hear a little better.

Turning mouth stuffed with food "Whassss a Vumpur?"

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"Aye Manneo-I too shall pass on the feast."

 OOC: I don't want to have confusion if you guys want I won't do thoughts, but Manneo didn't say anything out loud it was his thoughts about not eating the food.

Sorry about that I read it wrong.

The Vistani storyteller says " Oh yes, Strahd comes from a royal bloodline. He died centuries ago yet endures as one of the undead, feasting on the blood of the living. We call him "the devil Strahd"

The hell does he want with us? I'm assuming it's him that brought us here then?

Manneo - Looking at the storyteller says, "It seems odd to me that you would willingly stay in a land where such a creature lives...so why do you if you don't mind me asking?" Hearing Skorn ask his question Manneo waits silently for answers to them.

As a clump of food falls out of Flyn's ajar mouth "WHAT?! This sounds bad, what do we do."

"Was not your letter from a man named Strahd?"

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"Was not your letter from a man named Strahd?"

 Manneo - Looking at Torvin says, "No. My letter was sent by a Kolyan...was yours from this Strahd?"

Skorn nods. Indeed it was, Torvin. It seems we were led here either against our will or under false pretenses. 

we all posted pretty much at the same time. Skorn's letter was from a man named Strahd.

Kolyan? Let me see your letter, Manneo. It was I who received the letter. Skorn will compare the two letters if Manneo still has it.

Manneo - Reaching into his pouch produces the letter that reads: 

 Hail to thee of might and valor, I, a lowly servant of Barovia, send honor to thee. We plead for thy so desperate assistance. The love of my life, Ireena Kolyana, has been afflicted by an evil so deadly that even the good people of our village cannot protect her. She languishes from her wound, and I would have her saved from this menace. There is much wealth in this community. I offer all that might be had to thee if thou shalt answer my desperate plea.Come quickly for her time is at hand! All that I have shall be thine!

Kolyan Irdirovich

Burgomaster

He then says, "I too received a letter it was the reason that I ended up meeting any of you at the original campfire with the gypsies."

One of the Vistani exclaims " Ooh they have been invited" Every one starts to clamor excitedly "An invitation" "ooo"

One of the men stops and says " My dear friends, no one is able to go to Ravenloft named after his beloved mother, Queen Ravenovia, without an invitation"

Dink stops spinning for a few, saying "Well Mystra wants me here for a reason it would seem, Vampires are not natural and they do nothing but miss  uses the Weave. I will not be stupid and try as to fight him now...But I am sure this is why I have come to this...cursed land." 

Before he starts spinning again, Dink Prays "Oh great Mystra grant me your light, so I may have a little fun before the time of adventuring comes!" He then touches his shell as it is bathed in a light, but not a ball of light, it seems to make a strange shape, then He again retreats into his shell and starts spinning again, this time When he spins, they same symbol that is Shown on the back of his traveling cloak, is a bright spinning symbol Of his Goddess Mystra. 

Skorn produces his: I believe I have such an invitation.

Dear traveler, I have noticed you from affar and I am keenly interested in your adventuring skills. I am inviting you to my home at Castle Ravenloft in Baravoia. Here you will meet me and why I have sent for you. I am eagerly awaiting for your arrival. We will have dinner and wine as well. Sincerely,

Strahd von Zarovich