04 The Faceless
"This is Krezk. My ancestors built this wall that keeps us safe. The abbey was already here. I warn you, stay away from that cursed place. The abbot is no man of god. He claims to be god. What's worse is he has power to prove it..."
Looking down the hill you only see cottages with their farms, nothing that sticks out like a tavern, welcoming patrons and advertising food and drink.
You follow Dmitri into his humble mansion, much dirtier than your mansion. Much less alive as well. You stare at the walls and balk that they do not breathe. When ushered into the dining room you stare at the drapes that do not drip blood. WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THIS??? Everything is dead.
As he begins to fix you a breakfast in the adjoining kitchen he answers Vyktor, "As you can see, I am without loyal help myself. As Burgomaster I accept your claim of the Durst Estate, you can have a new moniker fashioned for the address at the smithy down the road, Vyktor of Rosewylde."
Dmitri introduces you to his wife, dressed in black mourning clothes. Despite this, she is of firm resolve, almost emotionless as she explains that the last of their four children, Ilya, died of an illness seven days ago at the age of fourteen. Given their age, the Krezkovs are unlikely to have more children—a source of great consternation to everyone in the village, since that means the end of the Krezkov bloodline.
Dmitri claps his hands at that, "Tea!" and begins to pour , glad to change the subject. He apologetically bows to Chokahr, "Now sir, you asked about ale was it??? I regret so much to say our entire town has gone dry. We usually receive a monthly shipment from the winery known as Wizards of Wine, but they have not come. If you plan on leaving our walls I beg of you to swing by and investigate. I will send you with coin in good faith."