Grim holds up a finger to the man and he walks over to get bring Bry over, "this man will help finalize the plan or whatever" grim says, "his better at this stuff than us."

Samudra blinks in acknowledgement. 

Bry shakes his head at the orders he's given, "Never been much for orders" he then follows the group to the table where they have all congregated, taking a seat, putting his feet up in a nearby chair, and conjuring a coin trinket. He allows the coin to fall across his knuckles one at a time very slowly, staring Ismark in the eyes as it does so. After Ismark speaks his peace regarding his sister Bry cocks a grin, "We aren't as good as they say we are..." he lets the sentence trail for a moment, as he does the coin reaches the last of his knuckles, disappears, and then reappears at the top of his knuckles once more, "...we're better. We've traveled a long way to this forsaken place, a thing that has frayed all of our nerves as I am sure you would understand. So accommodations would be welcome, and we can talk about the work you offer as well, maybe over a nice warm supper, and then you can tell us about the payment. We'll probably haggle a bit, and then you'll ultimately give in realizing we are the best shot you have at protecting her from whatever it is that currently endangers her...." Bry pauses once more, the coin having once again reached the end of his journey. He unfurls his hand and pulls it behind his head, the coin having vanished, and laces his fingers so that they rest against the nape of his neck. "So, how about be book some rooms?"

Persuasion: 14

"And directions to a shop would be appreciated, there are some things I am looking forward to buying." Grim adds, "preferably a weapon shop."

((You do recall that the letter that brought you here was from the burgeomaster of Barovia. The letter did speak of his request for you to save his daughter, Ireena Kolyana. Also, that RP was just lovely so you may have advantage on that roll))

((I recall the letter, if it was me you were asking. Persuasion (second roll for advantage): 21))

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((I recall the letter, if it was me you were asking. Persuasion (second roll for advantage): 21))

"It's settled! I suggest we move on to your estate in order to refresh ourselves before supper." Bry stands from the seat, "Shall we?"

Ismark stands as well, "Yes, please follow me." Ismark leads those who wish to follow down a long, straight road from the center of the village square.  As you approach, you see a weary-looking mansion squated behind a rusting iron fence. The iron gates are twisted and torn. The right gate lies cast aside, while the left swings lazily in the wind. The stuttering squeal and clang of the gate repeats with mindless precision. Weeds choke the grounds and press with menace upon the house itself. Yet, against the walls, the growth has been tramped down to create a path all about the domain. Heavy claw markings have stripped the once-beautiful nish of the walls. Great black marks tell of the res that have assailed the mansion. Not a pane nor a shard of glass stands in any window. All the windows are barred with planks, each one marked with stains of evil omen. Ismark's expression hardens as you approach the manor. Ismark holds up a hand and says, "Please, wait here a moment," as he walks up and knocks on the door.  You can't quite make out what he's saying. ((Anyone who wants to listen can try a Perception check, or could walk closer, etc.))

((Perception 20 ))

((Perception 18 ))

Bry looks at the grounds, and their state of disrepair, uses a low voice addressing just his group, "The likelihood that we get paid, I'd say, just dropped a fair bit"

"Bry smart." 

George look.  13

Samudra and Grim are able to make out some of what the conversation is, despite its hushed tones.  They make out a female voice from behind the door, "Brother, we cannot continue to seek the help of strangers.  They may be in league with Strahd! Don't you think that it is a little convenient that three days after the monsters cease their attack, these strangers come to us?" You hear Ismark sigh and rub his temples, "I suppose, sister, but if there is a chance that they could help... besides, I will protect you Ireena, I promise."  Despite his pleas, he doesn't seem to be making much headway.

George distracted by pretty devil man

Grim walks up to the door, "What kind of monsters have you been facing." He asks. He also tries to see who the man is taking too. (( 11 Perception ))

Ismark sighs again and turns from the large wooden door that he was talking to, "Barovia has its fair share of things that go bump in the night. Wolves in human form, the dead that walk the streets, bats, rats, witches, really anything that goes bump in the night. All of them commanded by Strahd himself. They had been attacking our manor mercilessly, but three days ago, they just left." He turns to it again somewhat irritated, "Which is why we must make haste, sister, if they return again we will lose our only chance to save you!"

Grim turns to the door as well, "Listen, on our way here we had almost the same conversation with a knight who threatened us death if we were allied to strahd, I'll tell you what we told him, we're not. We want him dead and I want to personally want to watch the Gulthias tree do everything in it's power to live, force it to beg for forgiveness, and watch it slowly burn to the ground. Other members of our group have different reasons for hating things, but most of the things they hate are your enemies. So please open the door. We mean no harm, only help." Grim says in a soft explaining tone. (( 18 persuasion ))

The door hangs in silence for a moment... another... then you hear a clunk, like wood dropping and the click of a lock turning free.  Ismark puts his hand on your shoulder, "I thank you. She's understandably frightened."

(( for some reason I am ****en slaying charisma checks with -2. I don't know how. I keep rolling hella high.))