[Unless the Cavalier objects, you all move on...]
You slowly travel toward the South-West down the dreary road. The towering trees, whose tops are lost in heavy gray mist, block out all save a death-gray light, seem to press in on you from either side of the path before you. After traveling for about three and a half miles, the muddy road turns to the west and you finally leave the dark woods. The road before you looks as grey and dreadful as the last several miles but at least the forest wasn't towering overhead.
You travel another mile and a half when you start to see tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as the dwellings of the village of Barovia. The windows of each house stare out from pools of black nothingness. No sound cuts the silence except for a single mournful sobbing that echoes through the streets from a distance.
You slowly travel toward the South-West down the dreary road. The towering trees, whose tops are lost in heavy gray mist, block out all save a death-gray light, seem to press in on you from either side of the path before you. After traveling for about three and a half miles, the muddy road turns to the west and you finally leave the dark woods. The road before you looks as grey and dreadful as the last several miles but at least the forest wasn't towering overhead.
You travel another mile and a half when you start to see tall shapes loom out of the dense fog that surrounds everything. The muddy ground underfoot gives way to slick, wet cobblestones. The tall shapes become recognizable as the dwellings of the village of Barovia. The windows of each house stare out from pools of black nothingness. No sound cuts the silence except for a single mournful sobbing that echoes through the streets from a distance.
