Curse of Strahd Solo Run (IC)

[RandomWombat]

The boy sniffs a trail of snot from his nose back up into the nostril and whimpers, "I down know... we never see the monster."

"But we can hear it howling from the basement," the girl adds. "A terrible howling like the wolves."

"What will we do if monster gobbles mama and papa?" the boy asks, lip quivering and voice wavering again. His sister pulls back his hood, revealing short brown hair, and runs a hand through the bristles.

"Ssssh, hush little Thorn, don't be afraid. Big sister will make sure nothing bad ever happens to you."

The elf stands up and looks at the house. She walks over into the entryway with Kellon. Inside the portico are two hanging oil lamps, unlit. Beyond them is an impressive, sturdy oak door, slightly ajar. She reaches out and tugs on the handle, and it swings open to reveal a foyer. It, too, is unlit, though another lamp with oil ready in it is sitting on a small side table. On the south wall, to their right, is a shield mounted on the wall with a coat of arms, that of a golden windmill standing over a red field. Flanking the shield are portraits of stony faced aristocrats with the characteristic hard-knock look of the Barovian people they have met thus far, but with clothes of fine quality like the children have.

At the other end of the dark foyer is a set of mahogany doors.

Looking to Kellon, the elf asks, "Should we go check it out?" She adds in a quieter voice, "We can check quickly, then lie to them and say there's no monster before we search more. They can't stay outside with that Mist coming."

And indeed, it has not stopped. In fact, Kellon can sense it drawing closer with growing speed, already encircling them as if swirling and probing the edges of the town for its lost prey. For all the storms and weather Kellon has faced, never has one hunted him so.