Ch 1: Werewolves in the Mist.
As Findabair (and I'm assuming only Findabair since no one said otherwise) approaches the woman, she stops the cart and unwinds from her hunched over position. He pulls back her shawl, spilling wine-red hair that frames a beautiful face despite her apparent age. She smiles welcomingly.
"Greetings, travelers," she says. Her voice is soft in volume, yet matriarchal in tone. "Let me be the first to welcome you to Barovia, the name of not only this village, but these lands as well. I feel mine will be the only welcome you ever receive. Barovians aren't known for their...hospitality. Barovia doesn't get many visitors, and those that do come, never stay long."