Act II: Ill Fortunes

Madam Eva smiles. "No problem pet. you have question, I can answer them."

She then turns a card: Judgement.

"What you seek is a blade of light, a weapon of vengeance."

She draws another card and covers Judgement.

"Seek it in an old place, one near the setting sun that predates the evil that has come on this land. This card speaks of the past—an ancient past beyond that even of Count Strahd and his family. In the west there is a remnant of this past, west of the crossroads. Seek it there."

She then draws a second card, pacing it across the previous two.

"The sword's light sleeps. To wake it, bring it into the heart of darkness. Take it to the home of the caste's lord, his source of life. You should seek the crypts in the deepest recesses of the castle."

Ujjaya will correct. "Not exactly. I came here looking for a man named Jerref Maurgen who came to Barovia to hunt werewolves."

Madam Eva draws a card: The Fool.

"A young adventurous heart, but he has left a heart at home. He came here looking for wolves, but something else found him first."

She then draws a card to cover The Fool.

"Though love has died, it is by love's symbol that you will find him. It seems the man has died, however you should be able to identify his remains by his wedding ring."

She draws a second card, crossing the first two.

"Something needs to be returned. It is a key that can open many doors. It would seem his wife is well connected. Bringing her back her husband's wedding ring would put you in very good standing with some merchants."

Madam Eva's cheerful demeanor suddenly vanishes. For a moment, you wonder if you have not insulted her somehow, she then draws a card as usual: The Chariot.

"Ill gotten gains and a dwarven greed."

She draws a card and places it over The Chariot. She stares at it for a moment before clearing her throat.

"Seek stolen fortune at the camp of the travellers of the mists. It would seem this card speaks of people who can easily move about. People who have the ability to leave and enter the valley at will despite of the mist."

She draws a second card, putting it across the first two. Again pausing before answering...

"It lays in a movable dwelling near moving water. This card speaks of some sort of dwelling, perhaps a tent or a wagon, something nomadic people use, which currently lies a body of water."

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Madam's Eva cold demeanor vanishes when Weiryn speaks to her again. "The pleasure has been all mine pet. I rarely get visit from people outside the valley. As for the visions the cards bring me, it is my gift... my curse..." Her chearfulness vanishes and melancholy is etched on her ancient features as she speaks those two last words...

The two guards outside look in the tent when they hear the dwarf screaming, hands on their scimitar, ready for trouble. Madam Eva places her palm up, staying their hands, as she stoically endures the dwarf's verbal abuse.