Ismark snorts. “Quite the opposite. there are herbs aplenty, if you know how to look and are wary of the horrors that lurk in the wilderness. The Vistani do bring in goods,” whispering, “but they charge extortionate prices. Every Barovian has a job or function but things we cannot grow or make ourselves we either do without or buy from those thieves.”  Normal voice, “Incense you could maybe find at the Church or from the store.  I’d be surprised if the Vistani didn’t have what you’re looking for, or know where to find it.”  He gives the two Vistani a glare before sipping more of his wine. 

Erven gathers up his things and walks over to Ismark, "Will you come next door with us?  Then we will head to your father's house... I guess we should say your house, now."  Erven nods to the Vistani women and the barkeep and heads toward the door, pausing to look back and see if the others are following.  He urges Lucky Bear to follow him.

Bertolt will nod once more to the women before he goes back the others, sitting down to listen to what Ismark tells them as he slides back into his seat.

Talion waits to see how Ismark answers Erven's question, and will follow the others lead. When the man has finished speaking with Erven he asks, idly, "Who owns this place, anyway?"

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Erven gathers up his things and walks over to Ismark, "Will you come next door with us?  Then we will head to your father's house... I guess we should say your house, now."  Erven nods to the Vistani women and the barkeep and heads toward the door, pausing to look back and see if the others are following.  He urges Lucky Bear to follow him.

 Ismark looks at you, sadly.  He nods, "Aye, if that is your wish.  It is the least I can do, accompanying you to Mary's house, given that you are helping with such a task."  At the mention of the house being his, he lowers his head, looks up and runs his hand through his hair.  "It is strange hearing that, though it is most certainly true.  I do not wish to think of such things yet - my father isn't even in the ground."

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Talion waits to see how Ismark answers Erven's question, and will follow the others lead. When the man has finished speaking with Erven he asks, idly, "Who owns this place, anyway?"

 Ismark nods at the two Vistani.  "The three of them bought the place a few years ago....”

As Ismark trails off, he notices Sho glaring intensely at him. He whispers, “Eh?  Is your friend alright?”

"Shall we continue then? I do not wish to linger in this place for long. The sooner we find our way home the better. If we can help the people of this land as we travel then all the better." Bertolt says as he gives the others a questioning look.

Sho crosses his arms in front of his chest, and glares at Erven as he suggests Ismark to come along, then turns his intent gaze back at Ismark for agreeing. No manners. A sensible man would recognize the group needed some time alone to discuss his request. 

"I think it's better we go on our own." He says stiffly. Five fully armed strange men showing up to the doorstep of a heartbroken elderly woman who lives alone. What could go wrong?

Ismark nods at Sho. “As you like. If you go to Mary’s house, it is across the street to the right of the merchant shop.  If you follow that same street to the end, you will see my fathers mansion.  Until we meet again, then.”  Ismark fishes out a few coins and puts them on the table. “If you wish another beverage,” he smirks. He gets up and leaves you in the tavern. 
Interestingly, the coins are like none you’ve seen before. They are a tarnished copper with a crowned woman’s head and on the other side, what looks like a flying creature. 

Erven turns to Ismark and shakes his hand.  "Thank you for the meal Ismark and your helpful information.  We do wish to talk to Mary, then we will head to your house to talk things over further.  I, for one, would like to help you.  I think we can help each other.  Until then . . "  Erven gathers his things and then walks outside, listening for the sound again, to hear if Mary is still crying.

Anyone else have last questions for Ismark?  Or ready to move?

Onyx picks up on Sho's tone, but doesn't know how to reiterate the taciturn cleric's point.  Instead, he gathers his things and follows the others next door, trying not to stare at the flirtatious vistani.

Bertolt nods and moves to head towards the door, pausing long enough to mark the strange coinage that Ismark left behind.

Talion nods to Ismark, smiling, and examining his empty cup. "Wish I could, but duty calls."

He frowns at the backs of his retreating companions. "I apologise for any offence. We are still getting used to this place and its ways. I would like nothing more than to spend the afternoon drinking in good company, but..." he sighs, puts his cup down, and follows the others out.

@Bertolt - there are 6 of the coins on the table. 

You leave the tavern, the watchful eyes of the Vistani ladies follow you out.  They grin and smirk, fluttering their fingers and pouting a little. You hear their laughs as you close the door behind you. 
You walk across the street towards the mercantile shop and see the street to the right. The houses around are in varying states of disrepair and neglect - some with boarded up windows some with wooden barricades at the front doors. 
Mary’s house is a two story building, windows all boarded up. What must have been once a fine building is now falling apart, the long deck and railing splintered and leaning. Some of the boards are missing. You hear soft moans punctuated at times with louder ones. You make out one word in all of it: “Gertruda.”

You stand before the door. A sturdy looking wooden door that seems more recent than the rest of the wood on the house. 

Erven stands before the door, examining it.  He bends down and picks up a stick and pokes it, looking back at his companions, face deadpan before breaking into a grin.  Then he knocks on the door to see if Mary will answer.  While he’s waiting, he wonders why the door was replaced, looks at the frame for scratch marks that would indicate ?broken down, pried open, or what?

@Erven - to your relief, no mimics transform in front of you, and the door doesn’t poke back. 
The door is definitely newer but weathered, and looking closely you see the frame has chips out of it. No scratches or anything else. Mary doesn’t answer but continues to sob moan. 

Bertolt will move to open the door to see if it is locked. If it is the bard will step aside and let one of his stronger companions take a chance to open it.

@Bertolt - you try the door. It isn’t locked but it seems blocked or barred from the other side. You step out of the way...

….And Erven shoves in the door to open it.  (Satisfied that it indeed is not a mimic).

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@Erven - dust flits up as you bring your shoulder to bear on the door, and you hear a crack from behind the door. It’s close to breaking. Sobs continue within after a pause. A couple more hits do the trick as something behind the door cracks and falls to the floor in pieces. The door also splinters in a bit pushing inwards....beyond lies a darkened corridor. The sobbing is coming from around the corner to the right...