Chapter 2: Welcome to Barovia

Basra: You and Ismark are lead, carrying the coffin, by Donovich through the front door and around the church. A fence of wrought iron with a rusty gate encloses a rectangular plot of land behind the dilapidated church. Tightly packed gravestones shrouded by fog bear the names of souls long passed. All seems quiet. Donovich hands you and Ismark a rusty shovel each.

Ryn and Greymond: The screams continue. Father, please! I'm dying!

Wil: You're spending the morning having breakfast and spending the morning sitting in the Burgomaster's mansion.

Wil: Ireena eats a small breakfast with you, seemingly saving the rest for everyone else.

Wil: Ireena gains a pensive look, seemingly trying to remember. It started small. Wolves would come and pace around the building, rats and bats would get inside, things like that. Then he would come. I can't recall clearly what happened when he was here or even how he came in but I remember many times where I would wake up from a dream and find him there, standing at the foot of my bed. I would wake up with marks on my neck. Then the wolves came. Night after night, they try to get into the house but we don't let them. Three days ago, it became too much for my father and he passed away. That is my account of what has been happening to me.

Burial Party: As Basra and Ismark dig a hole where Donovich directs, the priest turns to Greymond, face wracked with sadness. A wizard in black robes tried to revolt against Strahd. My son, Doru, and many others acompanied him to Ravenloft. The Wizard was killed and so was Doru. But Doru returned and I managed to trap him in the undercroft.

House Party: I'm sorry, I can't remember. Ireena says after a time. She seems genuine.

Greymond, Ryn, and Basra: I'm sorry. There's no escape. Donovich says, saddened. Ismark and Basra finish the hole and lower the coffin as Donovich begins to pray over the grave Lord of the dawn, please deliver this noble soul, one that had been my friend for countless years, out of this wretched place. May his body be made anew and his life be reborn in a land far away and may his descendants find refuge from the devils that plague them. After his head rises and eyes open, he gives a caring look toward Ismark. Take her to the Abbey of Saint Markovia in Krezk. It is a holy place and it is the best hope for the refuge you seek. Lord be with you, Ismark.