Teo snorted and ran her hand through her hair. “No the bar is no longer safe. And I doubt it was a good ruse, Bucren. It’s always the same ruse. It’s been the same ruse for as long as this accursed place has existed – some poor traveler or person in need in the dead of night. Except Barovia eats those unfortunate souls alive before they can ever cry out. Our armed party barely lasted out there and even we suffered losses – lone travelers die at night in Barovia long before they reach our doors. So while I would never want Strahd to claim another soul, I also feel it’s hard to sympathize with someone who brought this hell down onto himself and every unfortunate soul in the tavern without so much as asking for a word of counsel.”<br/><br/>She took a deep breath and gathered herself. Teo stood and walked to the door, rapping on the solid wood, drowning out the scratching of the undead for the time being. “This door remains closed. I don’t care if you hear your friend, or a brandy merchant, or the gods themselves. All this remains out there is death.” She gestured to Katya and Esperanza “Welcome to Barovia. You learn this or you die.”<br/><br/>Teo was not done, however. Ireena and Andrei no doubt knew of the place’s reputation, as did Bucren. However, she doubted that Katya and Esperanza did. “I doubt you know much about this guesthouse, but perhaps it’s fitting we’re here. This is where Ismark lets his foolhardy adventurers stay, before they go off to die at Strahd’s hands. It is a doomed place. People more superstitious than me consider it cursed.<br/><br/>She gave them a faint smile “So don’t feel safe. In fact, in Barovia it is probably better to never feel safe. Those are the only times you’re in real danger” Patrina flashed through her mind. “Ismark, I’ve never had the misfortune to stay here. Are there any other entrances?”