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Beyond the gates are nothing but more woods, but in the distance you see a magnificent, multi-spired castle. The form is difficult to make out, however, as the fog obscures all fine detail. The light is muted, but nonetheless you can make out a group of wagons on the road up ahead. One of their members hails you. He is brightly-clad in scarves and mis-matched shoes. His hair is straight and dark.

“Welcome to Barovia, traveller. You are the first new face in quite some time. You may be here a while yet – the mists rarely let anyone go – so I suggest you make yourself as comfortable as you can in a place without the sun. I cannot help you leave, but I can help you stay safe in the darker corners of this unhallowed land. Where do you wish to go?.”




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