Act II: Ill Fortunes (the fourth day)

"No. We are in the process of slaughtering a pack of werewolves. Got that mostly sorted, but dark curses abound. Watch your footing at the bottom." Veroth leaps down the stairs wings partly unfolded, and partially glide-leaps to the bottom.

"We expecting a guest? Human looking?" he calls from the base of the stairs.

Hearing Veroth coming down stairs and mentioning guests, Ireena, who wasn't part of the discussion about the sword answers.

"I doubt we were expecting anyone else, but the mist seems to have a way of bringing in travellers lately..."

With the warning of the steps going down lesser, Mark casts up a Light spell on pebble for extra light. "Werewolves you say. That doesn't sound to be all that profitable." He proceed down the stairs take his dear time.

"Is he willing to help us on our quest? Many hands make light work as they say."

"Well then, it's a good thing we aren't here for profit," Darren says, chuckling and walking over to the new guest, "My name is Darren Silversmith, of the Lightbringers."

"I'm Roland. Pleasure."

"I'm in this lands looking for someone, but to rid of werewolves would be fine too." as he settles himself down.

"While getting rid of werewolves is always appreciated, we have a much bigger threat here. A vampire several hundred years old, that Devil Strahd, oppressing the people of this valley. We are looking to get rid of this ancient evil. Any werewolves killed during our quest is just a nice little bonus."

"I do hope who I'm looking hasn't fallen to the wolves and vamps. Would be rather disappointing." With a further thought, "You know where this Strahd is?"

"Perhaps we can help each other. Who are you looking for? We have met a few people on our quest, perhaps we have run into the person you are after."

Mark replies back, "A Jeref Morgen be the man. I heard that he was actually hunting werewolves as you have been it appears."

"Perhaps you have heard of him?"

Darren nods, "Yeah, it is," he says.

"Would this Ujjaya be an aasimar monk who was a member of the Lightbringers? I was told he was missing as well after looking for my man." Mark appears rather interested.

"Yeah. Well, you see, the mist prevents people from leaving. So he's been stuck here with the rest of the Lightbringers who came here ever since. He's not so much missing as he's currently trying to persuade Janis Baragh of being... how can I put it... less of an ass?"

"Ah. Who is this Janis Baragh? I'm not familiar with the name." Mark inquires.

"Some local werewolf hunter. He's a real pain in the ass."

"I can't speak for the rest of the party, but sadly, for me, since we were not expecting guests, I fear I do not have any food to spare. Luckily the village of Barovia isn't too far off."

Darren digs in his pouch and tosses Mark some rations, "Here you go. It's not the most delicious, but it'll keep your strength up."