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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 4603367" data-attributes="member: 36973">The group gather's their belongings, making the soggy trek back to Barovia. Their shifter companion is no where to be seen, and, ill affording to wait, the group uneasily returns without her.Jarrith, having given Marot a little more boost [His other lesser restoration] leads the group out of the swamp the best he can. Urban environments more his home, it takes them until dusk for the group to successful make the return. It is with dread the party returns to town. Only ill tidings have met them each time. This time was different: No deaths. None missing.But, in a way, it was not different. The looks on the caravaner's faces were low. Eyes were not met, greetings only half-heartedly returned. The people of Barovia were as sullen as ever, going through their benighted lives as they always had. One thing had died. Hope.Sir Urik still convalesced in the tavern, though his wounds were much healed. One of the halfling healers had caught him sleeping and, very much against his will, restored much of his strength. She had received minor wounds from a belligerent raven, but the "damage" was done: Urik was almost to full strength. Upon seeing Marot and the party, the healer's groan, but get to work. [No restorations today, but ability damage is healed twice normal (2 pts) tomorrow)]Of Irena and Janis, however, nothing is heard. Irena was seen returning earlier in the day, but she had retired to her manse. The Stormhand, however, had not been spotted, though a woodsman did mention a possible siting of a bear with a white streak wandering south of the village.Evening settles in Barovia.</blockquote>

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