93: Right in the Eyes, Not in the Ass

With Werewolf Nick and Werewolf Nat in tow, we've reached the ominously quiet Argynvostholt. We don't have the dragon skull anymore, but we've got each other. Plus a bunch of magical items given to us by the DM that we've all likely forgotten about. Oh, and the blessing of the Morning Lord! There's no way we'll find anything but good things in this creepy mansion-castle thing, right? We came all the way here in a sleep-deprived state in order to find someone to help us cure our werewolf compatriots, and we were sent by a scary fire-eyed ghost creeping up on Lank in the woods, and Barovia is never dreary and disappointing, so this'll definitely work out.