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In the morning, after some more soup in the taproom, you chat idly a little bit with the Rictavio the ringmaster (whose room, you've discovered, is directly across from yours). An interesting character with many tales, you wonder how many of them are exaggerated and how many of them - if any - hold true. He seems to have taken a great interest in you and Ireena. There are a few more common patrons of the inn as well - some typical Barovian commoners, and a couple tough looking fellows who claim to be wolf hunters. No Vistani though. Why not, you wonder?
Shortly after the sun has risen, you set out to the Baron's manor.
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Your goal is to have an audience with the Baron as a way of integrating yourself into the town. It's as much a fun endeavour as it is a strategic one - it would be hard to get locked out again after making a good impression on the townspeople and the town guard. Being a cleric of a fire deity, you believe the Festival of the Blazing Sun is a perfect task for you, either via performance or just helping out with the festivities.
You find the right place on the south side of town, connected to a small residential street that leads a ways around a bend from the main square.
This mansion has walls of plastered stone that display many scars where the plaster has fallen away from age and neglect. Drapes cover every window, including a large, arched opening above the mansion's double entrance doors.
You arrive just in time to see a man being dragged out of the mansion by guards, his arms cranked behind is back. You watch as they take him toward the main square. Not the greatest omen, but a town this big is bound to have wrongdoers from time to time, you suppose... at least the guards seem capable of doing their jobs.
You approach the front door and knock cautiously. A mintue later, a woman in maid attire answers. "Welcome!" she says.
"Hello!" yo usay. "I'm a new arrival to the town. I'm here to see the Baron."
"What shall I say the meeting is about?"
"Uh, about the Feestival, and some other matters."
She smiles. "Right this way, please!"
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