Ravenloft - Barovia
With the assent or at least affronted silence of the rest of you, Violet moves ahead into the mists, her footfalls soft upon the cobbled ground. Arafarafarfa swaggers at her side, humming tunelessly (or perhaps grunting a challenge), the Halfling brushing shoulders with her friend as Oooh'Awww stalks beside her.
The streets are choked with mist, limiting vision to only a few dozen feet. The buildings here at the edge of town look abandoned, burned out, or barricaded. Garbage litters the ground, and a carrion stench assaults your nose.
Brandishing her blade, Arafarafarfa makes to step forward ... then stops as her big cat suddenly turns back, sniffing at the air as it peers intently into the darkness of a side alley, growling softly.
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