[IC] Into Barovia

[GM Marvel]

[OoC: It's been a week with rain and even with the sparse travel any tracks would be obliterated. ]

When you step outside you immediately notice a chilled, heavy fog has rolled into town. Wrapping your cloaks around your bodies, you travel a short distance to the town square and begin to hear a faint creaking noise as a single shaft of light thrusts illumination into the main square, its brightness looking like a solid pillar in the heavy fog.  As you continue to follow Mary's directions, you find yourself traveling toward both the source of the light and the creaking. Soon you arrive in front of a tavern that's about 60 feet square.  Above the gaping doorway, a gently creaking old sign hangs precariously askew, proclaiming this to be the Blood on the Vine tavern.  

[OoC2: You traveled the orange line... ]