[ It's been a few blisteringly hot weeks since their arrival in this new and strange place. They don't have the funds to stay in a motel for more than a day every now and again, so at the moment they're simply trying to tough it out in the back of Adrian's van with the windows cracked open to let the cool night air inside, hopefully without inviting trouble.
If nothing else there is, as Yom Crook promised, plenty of room inside for both of them to sleep fairly comfortably and separately. The seats are certainly a step above a sleeping bag on the hard ground... granted, the ground might be cooler.
Adrian, who is currently nursing his second lukewarm can of something called Mister Energy, is wide awake despite the hour, squinting at his phone. He's determined to figure out exactly how it all functions. 'Calling' is simple enough, like a more efficient version of a sending stone, but the 'forum' is something else. Novel and strange. ]
Have you seen this, Lady Fern? About the blood donations?
[ He leans over the back of the seat to wave his phone at her. He isn't wearing his gloves, but they both know enough to be careful.
As time has worn on, Adrian has found himself more and more certain that Strahd can't possibly be behind the situation they've found themselves in. The vampire simply doesn't have the patience to send them off on an adventure that seems entirely unrelated to him. Aside from Fern's more direct encounters, this is the first sign he's seen of anything related to vampires at all. It doesn't bode well. ]
fern - blood donations
If nothing else there is, as Yom Crook promised, plenty of room inside for both of them to sleep fairly comfortably and separately. The seats are certainly a step above a sleeping bag on the hard ground... granted, the ground might be cooler.
Adrian, who is currently nursing his second lukewarm can of something called Mister Energy, is wide awake despite the hour, squinting at his phone. He's determined to figure out exactly how it all functions. 'Calling' is simple enough, like a more efficient version of a sending stone, but the 'forum' is something else. Novel and strange. ]
Have you seen this, Lady Fern? About the blood donations?
[ He leans over the back of the seat to wave his phone at her. He isn't wearing his gloves, but they both know enough to be careful.
As time has worn on, Adrian has found himself more and more certain that Strahd can't possibly be behind the situation they've found themselves in. The vampire simply doesn't have the patience to send them off on an adventure that seems entirely unrelated to him. Aside from Fern's more direct encounters, this is the first sign he's seen of anything related to vampires at all. It doesn't bode well. ]