Barovian Date: 30th of the 10th Moon
...While passing an evening at an inn after my last adventures, I witnessed a strange encounter: a tall, swarthy man, dressed finely for travel, burst into the common room where I and others supped, and chose a mangy barbarian (who seemed to have more than just a smattering of orcish blood in his veins) to deliver a sealed missive, then immediately departed. As the poor sod could not read, I offered my services, and thus found myself invited along for an attempt to assist a village besieged by the undead.
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