Teo rapped her knuckles against the wall, her arm flexed upward against the wood of the old guesthouse. Bucren at least seemed to grasp the situation, but she was concerned by his concern. He had been at the bottom floor of the tavern when the Vampires had come in, unlike her and Katya and Esperanza. Xavier wasn't going to be shedding light on anything anytime soon.<br/><br/>"So, while Ismark finds his wits at the bottom of a bottle, why don't you tell me what the hell happened in there, Bucren? You've lived here long enough to know the rules don't change, tâmpit. Ismark is right, they have to be invited in. So, did our dearly departed friend forget he was in Barovia and let them in, or did you make a pact with Strahd?"<br/><br/>Teo's other hand disappeared under her layers and grasped the hilt of the dagger. Of course, it was unlikely that Bucren had done any such thing - Strahd cared little for the village and its inhabitants and was unlikely to make a bargain with someone as inconsequential as Bucren. But Teo had not been getting her way thus far, and she needed to establish some sort of authority if they needed to move out of this place. Besides, despite her feelings towards the legends, who knew what was in this guesthouse? Certainly not Ismark - hard to see through the bottom of a bottle.<br/><br/>She pointed towards Katya and Esperanza "And who are you two? I'd ask your friend's name, but he doesn't have much use left for it."