[ In truth, the dark doesn't bother Fern. Her vision means that she can see well even within it, and that ability has benefited her more times than she can remember. But as of late, she'll admit that the dark has become associated with other, unpleasant things.
She's opted to venture out, mainly because she doesn't know what causes a power outage in the first place and it might mean there's trouble. She might be better off simply keeping her head down and waiting for this to be over, but will it be over? Ultimately, she isn't willing to just sit on her hands.
She hears the knock on one of the motel's many doors and quickly pivots at the sound, her dagger out of its sheath and in her hand within the space of a breath. But there's no sign of what caused the noise.
A moment later, the door opens.
What she sees is a man with pale skin and pale hair. That on its own isn't enough to mean anything, but when he bares his fangs like that? She feels a weight drop deep into the pit of her stomach.
She'd almost set aside the idea that Strahd had anything to do with us, now that some days have passed and she's conferred with Adrian. Now, though, a cold sense of dread drapes itself over her.
His dry comment may as well go in one (furry, pointed) ear and out the other. She stares him down from a safe distance away, her grip on her dagger tightening. When she speaks, her voice quakes slightly. ]
power outage
She's opted to venture out, mainly because she doesn't know what causes a power outage in the first place and it might mean there's trouble. She might be better off simply keeping her head down and waiting for this to be over, but will it be over? Ultimately, she isn't willing to just sit on her hands.
She hears the knock on one of the motel's many doors and quickly pivots at the sound, her dagger out of its sheath and in her hand within the space of a breath. But there's no sign of what caused the noise.
A moment later, the door opens.
What she sees is a man with pale skin and pale hair. That on its own isn't enough to mean anything, but when he bares his fangs like that? She feels a weight drop deep into the pit of her stomach.
She'd almost set aside the idea that Strahd had anything to do with us, now that some days have passed and she's conferred with Adrian. Now, though, a cold sense of dread drapes itself over her.
His dry comment may as well go in one (furry, pointed) ear and out the other. She stares him down from a safe distance away, her grip on her dagger tightening. When she speaks, her voice quakes slightly. ]
What are you doing here?