Quasi Dungeons and Dragons

Snerp walks over to the grave and observes the plots, weighing the options as he does.

How much are the horses? 

Eleven graves are here with blank gravestones. The graves look like they were hastily dug and covered.

Ismark: There really isn't much business travelling between villages, but I recall old records my father kept that people could rent a coach from Barovia to Vallaki for 5 silver.

Snerp continues looking over the graves.

(Does anything seem off? Are the graves old or fresh?)

(Disguising them sounds good. Did we bring Donavich?)

If he's gonna rest, he very well couldn't have been walking the whole time 😂.)

Ismark: That sounds like a good plan, though it's likely he'll know that we've left the village before too long.

(Nothing seems "off." The graves are old)

Shall we move on?

Very well then, disguising it is. 

Snerp pulls the group off of the road and out of sight then pulls out his disguise kit and gets to work. When he is finished Ismarck and Ireena look like half-orcs, very much as if they could be related to Eikka. 

Snerp these disguises are terrible. They don't even smell like orcs. I reach for my armor grease. I can fix that though. 

You don't smell like an orc either, or have you not noticed this whole time? 😂

(That spell only lasts like a minute at a time. At most you get a few moments of relief at a time. You can't keep up with the powerful smell of Eikka.)

Your tricks can be amusing but if you want this to work you need to let me fix this. begins slathering the grease on Ireenas armor. I'll get to you in a moment Ismark.

(Up to an hour duration and it's a cantrip so i can cast it as many times as I want 😂😂. Limit 3 simultaneous. But I cast it on all of the goop when it was in the container. which is what smells the worst. 😏😎)

(Oh you suck, this whole time I thought you were getting brief moments of relief from my stench.)

😂😂💯

Snerp and Eikka disguise Ismark and Ireena to look like half-orcs. Satisified with his work, they head down the path toward the Tser Pool

The road gradually disappears and is replaced by atwisted, muddy path through the trees. Deep ruts in theearth are evidence of the comings and goings of wagons.The canopy of mist and branches suddenly gives wayto black clouds boiling far above. There is a clearing here,next to a river that widens to form a small lake severalhundred feet across. Five colorful round tents, each tenfeet in diameter, are pitched outside a ring of four barrel-toppedwagons. A much larger tent stands near theshore of the lake, its sagging form lit from within. Nearthis tent, eight unbridled horses drink from the river.The mournful strains of an accordion clash with thesinging of twelve brightly clad figures around bonfire. Afootpath continues beyond this encampment, meanderingnorth between the river and the forest's edge.

Enter the biggest tent.

Greetings! 

Snerp speaks with a friendly smile as the group approaches

(should we ask about Maggi, not sure how much we should divulge.....)

(let's just stay quiet about that. For now, if asked, i think we should just say we came to Barovia to see the Abbott and speak with him. The reason can just be chalked up to Eikka and the two disguised being compelled here by Zud but still being uncertain, as is his way, about why.

Maybe there is an artisan guild member here? Try asking my dude, maybe we can get a sweet deal on something.)

(Zud, may his way be made certain, makes for a convenient lie. Tbh i tried researching him and couldn't find anything on him 😂😂)

(I suppose we'll be introduced or taken to the leader, or captured as spies.....anyway when the opportunity presents itself I will inquire about any possible guild ties that could give me and these folks something in common.)

(If coach and horse rentals are a part of what they do, fail to see why we'd need to meet their leader. But if that happens, meh, we'll deal with it as it comes. 

Being captured seems a bit far fetched, but who knows, maybe they're all working for strahd 😂.

(they don't get many travelers in these here parts......dunno, this looks like a small gypsy camp, probably one person handles all the money, guess we'll find out, the spy thing was just to stir up the others, adding unneeded paranoia is fun.)

Grahf immediately walks past the group and into the largest tent. Magic flames cast a reddish glow over the interior of this tent, revealing a low table covered in a black velevet cloth. Glints of light seem to flash from a crystal ball on the table as a hunched figure peers into its depths. As the crone speaks, her voice crackls like dry weeds, Perhaps you should call in the rest of your friends, noble Grahf.  Cackling laughter bursts like mad lightning from her withered lips.

The Vistani gathered around the campfire are regaling each other with stories and are clearly drunk. They greet Snerp with several huzzahs and bid the group (save Grahf) to join them around the camp fire. One of the older Vistani nods.

(do Ismark or Ireena know any of these people?)

Vistana #1: What a boring life it would be if we only drank when celebrating!

The other Vistani laugh.

Vistana #2: Though we are always celebrating: life!

To that, the Vistani cheer and pass around a wineskin, each taking a big gulp.

Old Vistana: We know nothing about you, except that you are obviously strangers from outside the valley. Madam Eva He crooks a thumb over his shoulder at the large tent. She's the one that knows everything.

Ismark and Ireena do not know any of the Vistani around the fire, though the name of Madam Eva is familiar. She is widely known as a soothsayer and fortune teller. Unlike the other Vistani, she chooses to remain in the valley and never leaves.