Teo was one of the first to rush in the door, perhaps the first time in a while anyway had been desperate enough to clamor for this cursed place. The reputation of the place was beyond doubt - staying here was begging for an early expiration date. Yes herself had never put much credence in the idea. The people who shuffled in and out of the town were never locals, they were the foolhardy adventurers looking to add a number to the legion of Strahd. The fact that residents of the guesthouse never survived was more a reflection of their purpose in Barovia, rather than anything to do with the building.<br/><br/>When she turned from within the confines of the guesthouse, she saw Xavier turn to face a horde that he had even less a chance of escaping than slaughtering. Tea smiled faintly; a foolhardy heroic death for a foolhardy hero. She couldn't even feel the pain of his passing - Barovia had no room for grief. She flipped her dagger around in her hand and closed her eyes for a second. She sheathed the weapon under one of the multitudes of layers of her garments.<br/><br/><i>You're getting sentimental, that was more than you gave Patrina. </i>Teo pushed the thought from her head - she had a night to survive. The first thing Teo needed to consider was who she could trust. She had known Bucren long enough to know he was no fool, or at least not foolish enough to have compromised the Tavern as splendidly as it had been. The knight in shining armor was no doubt being torn limb from limb by their undead pursuers, so he was no longer a relevant factor to the equation. Ismark was an incompetent oaf at times, but no one survived this long in Barovia without at least a lick of sense. Andrei as well was at least familiar to Teo - another of Ismark's ilk - foolhardy but not foolish enough to get themselves killed in a land like this. Teo knew little of Ireena, only that she had lived her long enough as well to have some sort of survival instinct. That left two unknowns - Katya and Esperanza.<br/><br/>Teo sighed and leaned back against the wall of the guesthouse as her newfound compatriots rushed inside.<i>What the hell did you get yourself into this time? Trouble can't seem to leave you alone. You enjoy it.</i>The estranged gypsy took another breath - negativity was never going to help her escape this shit storm alive.<br/><br/>Her best option at this moment was to wait and listen. Her friends were long gone down their networks of escape, until she could get back to them she was stuck with this group. Confrontation hadn't gotten her anywhere last time.<i>It didn't with the Madame either.</i>She needed to be more careful about this. They were dumb enough to listen to Ismark, if she played her cards right she could steer them in the right direction - but first she needed to see the seams of the group before Teo could wedge between them.<br/><br/>Teo slumped against the wall. She buried her head in her hands, pretending as if Xavier's death was a travesty that really had gotten to her. All the while, the cold steel of her dagger pressed against her thigh, a seductive reminder of her last resort.