A prelude to darkness.....
Welcome, friend, to my home. I am Ratzalin. Yet you knew that already, right? No? Very well then... What's that? Where are you? You're in my home, friend. And your name is? Well, one so quiet, yet he asks so many questions. What happened? Come... Rest..... Not so many questions.
Where are you? Well, you're in my inn, The Inn of the Green Dragon. A dragon? No. There's not one here. Nor has one been here for a while. Yet, I cannot remember if it was slain or not. Yet, somehow you knew that, didn't you? What? When did you arrive? And how? You don't know? My doorman here at the inn, Ilaf found you as you were about to be attacked by wolves. Come, sit here by the fireplace and talk for a while. Friend, if I could call you that, come and tell me of your travels. Ahhh, yes. Take the chair here beside the hearth. I'll tell Ilaf to bring two flagons of ale. What? You don't drink? Tea then? No? Then allow me to and I will answer all your questions in due time. After all, we do have our lives to speak, for here things are more of a quiet nature.
Here, it seems is different from my home. I mean, I remember this place as my home.. But it's different somehow.. It all started as the fog set in that lonely night when Lord Strahd murdered his brother. Ahhh, a tearful night that one was. A night of blood and fear... A night when innocent blood was shed.. Wait! Did you hear that? The lone wolf howling in the distance?...