Barovia was a grim place. The way Bucren's pals had closed the barndoors on him and the haunting sounds of howls had driven that point home to no uncertainty. This storm wasn't helping either. By now they were all soaked through and through. A shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with cold, but everything with those screams, pure terror that was. Krotice was not an easy place to live, but this was something else. Scowling, Katya glanced about her at this town the local was leading them into. A battered old town that tried its best to shut out the night. She didn't blame them. With all this, the rain wasn't even at the forefront of her mind anymore. Bloody wolves. The inn didn't look much better. She didn't miss the little interaction between Bucren and the scrawny man at the door. Not very friendly. They were making the most of people caught outside after sundown.<br/><br/>At least they let them in. The inn had seen better days, but it was dry and had a fire burning. And most importantly as she was coming to understand, it kept the wolves out. Nobody was happy to see them, looking at these new visitors like they were as much trouble as the wolves out there. That's alright. Katya could deal with wariness and distrust. Interestingly enough, they weren't much happier to see the guy that brought them. She pursed her lips in amusement as Esperanza flashed her little pouch of coin again, before making herself at home. That was one way to make friends. But the other girl had the right of it. Food and drink wouldn't be amiss.<br/><br/>Katya's eyes were sharply on the gypsy that manned the door as he pocketed the gold. It wouldn't be hard to take that coin back from him. It'd be only fair after the way he had charged them an arm and a leg, just to get inside. Not right now though. Too many eyes on them. And she didn't want to get kicked back out there. But at some point, she'd get even. Wiping the water from her face, she glanced at Bucren. "Delightful, those mates of yours."<br/><br/>Everyone inside was still watching them. The gypsies at the cards table, the mysterious figure in the corner and the barman.  Keeping her things close, Katya sank down on one of the chairs, chosing one that gave her the wall at her back and everybody else in her sight.  All the men inside had their weapons on them, she wasn't foolish enough to part with hers. What she really wanted was a room for herself, time to consider those two letters thoroughly. In lieu of that she would settle for learning more about this bloody town. She would have to be patient though. "Are you guys sitting?" Glancing from Bucren to Xavier, she gestured towards the other chairs at the table. "Or are you joining the game?" Amusement curled up the corner of her mouth.<br/><br/>Her hair clung to her head and clothes, dripping wet still, but she ignored it. It would dry. The winds howled around the building, joining the chorus of the wolves. "Is it like this every night?"