Act II: Ill Fortunes (Part 2, the morning after)

"This must be the reason I was sent to this valley. I swear to use this holy symbol to cleanse this land, but I will need all of your help."

"Sunsword. Yesss. Undead ones hate the sun, and that may not be just a fancy name."

"I Think Rushing Into Another Conflict Before We Are At 100%Is A Fools Errand. Strand has been here for ages. Another day of recovery won't end the world."

"it's just my opinion. I can fight from distance and adjust if we feel time is of the essence."

"I have no opinion in that matter. I can heal everyone by noon tomorrow, but I have no injuries myself."

"I also am unhurt. But I cannot say the same for everyone."

"I feel well enough to continue on, but if we need to rest, I will not push the issue," Darren says.

"Veroth is ready."

"I'm still lightly bruised, but I should be fine enough for a fight should the worst comes to pass. Besides, even though there are still some minor undead threat in town, if we really need back up, perhaps Lady Ahlyn or Sir Urik can accompany us? After all, it seems the adventurers protecting town only required magical assistance."

"Good, then let us move on for our quest toward the sun sword. I think Sir Urik would be a good companion for this venture with us."

The older gentleman then stands up, a breathtakingly beautiful raven swooping down from the rafters above lands on his shoulder as he makes his way towards the group. Stoping in front of Heather, he bows while taking her hand in his and kissing the back of her hand.

"I am Sir Urik, the last of the Knights of the Raven. I am honored to make your acquaintance fair lady. The raven is Hurrn, my faithful companion."

As Heather gazes upon the raven, she notices that this is not a regular raven...

"I is an honour to meet a knight."

Heather blushes as she is unaccustomed to such fanciness. She makes an awkward attempt at a curtsie but it is clear she has no idea what she is doing.

"So, where are we going exactly?"

Weiryn will explain.

"Madam Eva spoke of an old place, one near the setting sun that predates the evil that has come on this land. A place which predates Count Strahd and his family. I guess that means there must be some ruins somewhere west of the crossroads..."

Sir Urik thinks for a moment...

"Hmm, yes, I do remember hearing some tales about that. Apparently, further west, there used to be another crossroads, one which led to land beyond this valley. It fell under disrepair several centuries ago for reasons unknown. Perhaps there were some dwellings along this old road? Those would have been swallowed up by the Svalich Woods however. We'd be going into werewolf territory..."

Ireena will chime in.

"Perhaps my brother would know more. He was groomed to succeed my father as the burgomaster after all and is well-versed in the history of the valley."

Roland will attempt to unravel the mystery of madam eva's vision as well.

"Yes, I think it a good idea that we confer with Ismark," Darren agrees.

Ujjaya's ears perk up att the mention of werewolves in the Svalich Woods. "My primary mission involves werewolves. I am on a search for a man who hunted those things but has gone missing. I fear the hunter may have become the prey. His name is Maugren, and I have promised his wife I would learn the truth of whatever fate has befallen him. Ismark did tell me about the Svalich Woods, but we have been preoccupied with the vampyr."