[ Fern leans back on her heels and finally puts her knife back in its sheath. Her arms lift to cross over her chest as she scans the area around them. Truly, nothing about this seems anything like Strahd's style, but...
Perhaps that's the point. Perhaps he wanted to send her as far away from Barovia as possible so as to not disrupt his plans, but hadn't want to give her the satisfaction of returning to Faerûn.
Her jaw tightens and her face twitches with anger at someone who isn't even here, but then she looks back to the creature. ]
For all I know, this could be some sort of vision... and none of this is real at all.
[ But why have such a strange-looking figure here, then? He doesn't exactly fit in either. ]
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[ Fern leans back on her heels and finally puts her knife back in its sheath. Her arms lift to cross over her chest as she scans the area around them. Truly, nothing about this seems anything like Strahd's style, but...
Perhaps that's the point. Perhaps he wanted to send her as far away from Barovia as possible so as to not disrupt his plans, but hadn't want to give her the satisfaction of returning to Faerûn.
Her jaw tightens and her face twitches with anger at someone who isn't even here, but then she looks back to the creature. ]
For all I know, this could be some sort of vision... and none of this is real at all.
[ But why have such a strange-looking figure here, then? He doesn't exactly fit in either. ]