06-08-2021, 08:08 AM
"My manners," Ismark chides himself. "As you've probably already guessed, this is my sister, Ireena Kolyana." He then turns to look directly at his sister and says, "And I will go fetch the tea while you sit and relax."
Ireena smiles weakly and replies, "Fine. But make the tea how I taught you. We don't want our guests coming down with dysentery."
"Very funny," Ismark replies. "I see you have your humor."
Ireena gives him a weak smile that quickly fades after he excuses himself to fetch the tea.
Ireena carefully takes a seat in an arm chair. Its upholstery has several claw marks across the arms and back with stuffing hanging out of the wounds. "I apologize for the smell," she says in response to Eloric while her beautiful eye become shiny with tears and she bites her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. "He deserves better. He was a good man. His heart just couldn't take the attacks night after night. I feel terrible for not burying him but everyone is so afraid. Afraid of Strahd, the creatures of the night, this house - thinking it's cursed, and even of me. I don't even know why Strahd is so fascinated with me. And my memory is fuzzy. I try as hard as I can but I can not for the life of me recall my encounters with Strahd. But I do recall the blazing hunger in his eyes. I don't know why the attacks have stopped. Maybe he knows this house will likely not stand up to another attack. So the devil waits. Wishing to squeeze every drop of hope out of us until we pray for a merciful death which we know will never come."
Ireena smiles weakly and replies, "Fine. But make the tea how I taught you. We don't want our guests coming down with dysentery."
"Very funny," Ismark replies. "I see you have your humor."
Ireena gives him a weak smile that quickly fades after he excuses himself to fetch the tea.
Ireena carefully takes a seat in an arm chair. Its upholstery has several claw marks across the arms and back with stuffing hanging out of the wounds. "I apologize for the smell," she says in response to Eloric while her beautiful eye become shiny with tears and she bites her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. "He deserves better. He was a good man. His heart just couldn't take the attacks night after night. I feel terrible for not burying him but everyone is so afraid. Afraid of Strahd, the creatures of the night, this house - thinking it's cursed, and even of me. I don't even know why Strahd is so fascinated with me. And my memory is fuzzy. I try as hard as I can but I can not for the life of me recall my encounters with Strahd. But I do recall the blazing hunger in his eyes. I don't know why the attacks have stopped. Maybe he knows this house will likely not stand up to another attack. So the devil waits. Wishing to squeeze every drop of hope out of us until we pray for a merciful death which we know will never come."
