Prologue

Roland manages to pry the letter from the corpse's death grasp, breaking the seal, he begins reading it.

Without needing to roll, everyone will notice that both letters have very different and distinct handwritings.

You climb back on your horses and resume your travels. A few dozen feets later, you spot some sort of sturcture in the mist, you see some movement and hear the loud, creaky swing of slowly opening metal gates before you can see the details of this strange sturcture... Gray in the fog, high stone pillars loom up from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road. Huge iron gates hang from the stonework, dew clinging to their rusting bars. Standing before the pillars are two stone statues of armed guardians with wicked pole arms. Their carved heads lie among the weeds at their feet, neatly broken from the stone shoulders. There is no sign whatsoever of whomever opened those gates (even form Weiryn's deathwatch spell), it is as if... they opened by themselves...

You pass the gates, and moments later, you hear the slow creak of the gates closing all by themselves in the fog behind you. Seems you have all been officially welcomed in Barovia...

Due to his low roll, Roland starts imagining all sort of completely silly and overly complicated contraptions which would explain the gates opening and closing all by themselves only to catch himself and realize that those are just silly thoughts. As for Weiryn, he does not find any traces of magic on the gates...