"That. That right there, what Rav said." Shariel points very insistently, "I won't turn down hospitality, but considering the 'welcome' we got coming to this land, I'd feel better with a bed surrounded by walls, ceiling, floor, locked door..."

Deciding it safer to stay at the inn away from prying eyes, you all enjoy the rest of the night. Approaching Arik about the rooms for the night he is quick to tell you they aren't the greatest but they are warm and the best you'll find here. "That'll be 5 copper a room, for the night. Here are the keys, I'll have breakfast ready down here in the morning." You all get a restful nights sleep, except for Kraerd. A goliath who does not scare easily, you simply cannot shake the likeness of the corpse you found of yourself. 

You awake to the smell of smoked meats wafting up the stairway. Looking out through the windows, the gray clouds still hang heavy in the sky. The light of day just barely breaking through, almost as if it were being purposefully blocked from the land. Upon entering the main room of the inn, you are greeted by Arik and the three Vistani sisters. "Ahhh good morning!! It seems you all slept well enough. Vulma, why don't you pour our guests some wine for their breakfast. On us. Please come sit and enjoy." Vedona exclaims.

"Hmm, no wine yet, a bit too early." Shariel eats as much needs to be sitting, then takes the rest to head outside and walk around a bit. Too much about this place was unsettling. It all felt like someone held a mask over her eyes.

Finding hard to get some proper rest, and trying to get out of his mind the image of his own dead body, the goliath decides to go downstairs before dawn and he aid Vedona and Vulma to make breakfast.

"It seems that the lack of air of these lowlands is affecting me, so instead of staring at the ceiling I would rather learn how do you cook things around here. Let's see if we can speak of a proper breakfast here... " he says smiling.

    "Hah! 'Well enough' she says. I've slept in tree boughs more comfortable!" Otis grumbles. The gnome lopes down the stairs a bit behind Shariel, rubbing a sore spot in his neck from an obvious uncomfortable night's rest. "Well, I won't certainly turn down some free breakfast wine," his mood changing slightly for the better.

     "Thanks," he says as he takes a cup of the wine. "So what's the town up to today? Preparing to bury their burgermeister, I imagine?" he asks of the Vistani woman.

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You awake to the smell of smoked meats wafting up the stairway. Looking out through the windows, the gray clouds still hang heavy in the sky. The light of day just barely breaking through, almost as if it were being purposefully blocked from the land. Upon entering the main room of the inn, you are greeted by Arik and the three Vistani sisters. "Ahhh good morning!! It seems you all slept well enough. Vulma, why don't you pour our guests some wine for their breakfast. On us. Please come sit and enjoy." Vedona exclaims.

 
Marius drags himself downstairs, following Shariel and Otis. He tugs his mask up over his nose and mouth after a jaw-cracking yawn and ambles over to the sisters. Opening his mouth to speak, he stops as the gnome's question cuts him off. Instead, he sips wine slowly through his deep violet facewrap and listens, fingers of his other hand playing idly with his pouch of spell components.

“I suppose they will try. We don’t bother ourselves with the business of the Barovians. Most of them keep to themselves anyone, don’t usually see many talking to us save a few characters.” Vedona pipes up answering Otis as she poors more wine for her and her sisters, pouring herself last. The tavern is empty, except for the 3 sisters and no moaning can be heard from down the street either. The air seems still and quiet except for the croaks of a few ravens you can see from the windows.

"What'ss the deal with all the ravenss?" Marius asks the sisters.

“It’s said they carry lost souls within them. It’s bad luck to kill one, but they are just our native birds. There are many of them located west of here near the Wizard of Wines vineyard.” Vulma says waving her hand about, gesturing towards the bottle on the table turning the label outwards towards your direction. 

As the early morning moves to late morning, the wailing and moaning heard upon your arrival yesterday echoes in through the tavern doors.

Rav, being such a large fellow, did not sleep very well as was the case most of the time in establishments such as this. He comes down feeling stiff and he works his joints while joining the others for breakfast. "I will gladly have some wine with breakfast, thank you." He was an oddity among his people, he had seen more of the outside world than most of his kin following his banishment. He drinks deeply from the offered cup, but stops as the wailing drifts into the tavern once more. "What is that awful racket?" His question is clearly directed at the Vistani sisters.

The three sisters shrug, “Who knows and who cares. Just another sad Barovian... nothing new here.” The sisters all laugh and drink they’re wine. “It seems to be coming from down the road to the burgomasters mansion, why don’t you go figure it out so we can have some peace and quiet on your way to see Ismark.”

"You don't seem to like these Barovians too much... " points the goliath while bringing more food to the table for his coming companions. 

Marius digs into Kraerd's cooking, chewing quietly and carefully with his mouth closed. He pulls his mask back up to say, "Wonderful work again, great one!"

Shariel steps in from wandering around the block, "Anyone hears that obnoxious wailing out there? Sounds like my sister when she's looking for people to ask why she's upset."

     Otis scoops a portion of the food onto his plate. He eyes it suspiciously before taking a bite, having learned from the wine yesterday. "Not your best, but I don't think we can blame the cook this time. You did the best with what you got," he offers to Kraerd almost having to choke his first bite down.

     He continues to pick at the meal and winces when the wailing picks up again. "How can you not hear it?" he replies to Shariel as he reaches for a piece of bread. He tears it in two to fashion some ear plugs out of the mediocre fare. "I guess someone around here is sad about our former soon-to-be employer."

"Oh I heard it just fine. It just seems like no one pays it any mind. Usually it means it's common enough people learn to ignore it."

Kraerd nods thankfully to Marius and shrugs his shoulders to Otis. 

" I am trying to learn some of the local cooking but I think I don't have the knack of the salt yet... " 

Having finished your breakfast and morning discussions, you gather your things and head out into the grey gloom of day. Making your way down the street, the sound of moaning and wailing getting louder, you notice most of the shutters are closed. There is one building that a little light spills out of the door and windows through heavy drawn curtains. A sign over the door, creaking in the slight wind sends chills down your spine. The sign reads "Bildrath's Mercantile."

Continuing on down the road, you arrive at a dull two-story townhouse from which the wailing moans seem to be originating. The door is left slightly ajar and no light can be seen peaking through its opening. The moaning sobs float through the still, gray streets, coloring your thoughts with sadness. 

"Well that's sad " says the big goliath " I wonder who is so mournful to make that sounds. The widow or the sons? perhaps the mother? It is really sad to survive your own sons... " he says as he opens the ajar door and peek inside the house.

"Sad to hear someone in mourning, but why are they wailing so loud the whole town can hear?" Shariel seems empathetic, despite her criticism.