Andur decides not to wink at the villager who brought him the rope, saving it for some of the more spritly citizens of the village. The villages are openly impressed by his scaling of the barricade, Ashlyn smiles softly, noting the athletic prowess but also wondering as to the point. The "spanking" comment causes her to raise an eyebrow, but ultimately she chooses to query the "Vistani? You know them?" she casts her her eyes to the others present, noting the few scowls the word produces, "The villagers seem to know them, but I've never heard of them. They live nearby, in the camp?" a soft thud causes her to look down, Ela gracefully landed. "Your elf-friend appears to be struggling, perhaps she needs the rope..." Ashlyn begins to suggest, but Andur is already on it. "I thought elves were meant to be good at climbing?" as villager asks and another answers, "No they flexibility. They ain't got no strength in their tiny arms,"
With everyone now on the top of the barricade the group can look at the town centre. It shows signs of living, but is cleaner than the streets were. There are six buildings, two of them with windows lit, and a small fire burning in the centre, next to a well. To one side is pile of ashes, cold, that no one seems eager to approach. "Did you serve in the King's Army? You sound like my father," Ashlyn turns to Andur as she leads the group down from the barricade, two of the villagers remaining to be on watch. "I am Lady Ashlyn of the Lightbringers, sworn to purge al false life from these realms. I and my companions came to Barovia hearing the palce is teaming with them, but also in search of a legendary sword. This plague started about two weeks ago I am told, and that as numerous as as the undead are in these lands, it has never before been this bad. We four days ago, and helped them establish a this defence, distributing our supplies among the more able of the villagers. By my count we have purified seven of the corpses, and driven back twice that number. My two companions, Thendrick and Mathilda, went to the church, as we suspected it was the source of the infection. They left two nights ago, and I am worried they have failed..." she falls silent, not liking this thought.
"I'm watching the street Ashlyn!" a voice calls out, breaking the woman's melancholy. She looks up, spying the young elfine girl perched on a rooftop, clutching a hunting bow tightly to her chest. "Ain't seen no shamblers, but I'll keep watching," she assures the knight. "Yes, very good Kysha," she smiles back. The letter is passed around, but barely literate, peasant are not the best to analyse handwriting. "Ismark, er, his son, in the Vine, he'll know!" a woman suggests.
