Esme stood silent and stoic, very intent in her studying of the carriage.
"I think perhaps we should get in, at least some of us. I will volunteer if necessary."
She tapped her full lips in thought. "If Strahd had wanted us dead, he would not have sent a carriage, he would have sent an army. Yes, he may be arrogant but that could be his downfall. If the carriage takes us to him, well, then we will know exactly where he is. After all, we are headed that way to confront him. No?"
She turned to face the group, her long cloak fluttering around her. "But what if it takes us to someone else who wants to help us? We're not so rich in power that we can afford to turn any help away. There are a million possibilities here and we should not let fear of the unknown get in the way of making the right choice.
If there are some against going, as I said earlier, perhaps some could go and others could follow behind. Though that might be difficult in this mist."