Endur's Expedition to Castle Ravenloft

Ismark the Lesser shudders in discomfort as he wakes - properly this time. With odd images and sequences flowing through his sleeping mind, the Burgomaster's sleep was anything but restful following the visit to the Count. Splashing water onto his face from the nearby basin, Ismark slips on a shirt and pants before stepping downstairs to grab some breakfast. He silently greets any others of the group there before him.
 

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Rising early, Ashlyn spends a few minutes exercising to clear and focus her mind before spending time in prayer. After cleaning up and preparing for the day she heads down to the common room to find breakfast and meet with the others.
 



Dareios has slept less than the others, drinking, and polishing and sharping his armour and his weapons, and grooming his horse.

He comes to the breakfast room with a hangover, but later washes himself and prepares properly for the expedition into the woods.

All can see that he is tired, though better-tempered than yesterday.
 

"So much seems like a dream," Alessandra mutters to herself as she prepares to face the day. Looking outside, it's almost hard to believe this land has ever seen the sun.
 

Cedric wanders downstairs after his sleep, complimenting the innkeeper profusely on keeping such a high quality establishment. Best night's rest he ever had.
 


"It would seem that we have several options on how to proceed. We can investigate the wolf attacks, start seeking the witches, or see if the fortune teller can provide any additional information. Any preferences?"
 


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