Hunters in this place are all just fuckboys, change my mind.

I stayed behind with Ezmerelda and Rudolf after the others went back into the Inn, hoping to glean some more useful information from them about our enemy. To be honest, the rest of them are fools for not taking this chance to learn as much from these two as we can. Of course it helped that Ezmerelda was pretty easy on the eyes, too. Wouldn't have minded losing a few hours of sleep with her. Little did I know I wouldn't be getting any sleep this night regardless. The time spent with Van Richten was not for naught, however, as I learned of several locations and a good deal of the layout within Castle Ravenloft itself. I suspect we will eventually have to face Strahd himself directly at some point; we had best be as prepared as possible. Despite my attempts to stay with Ezmerelda for the night, I was rebuked and ended up back inside the Blue Water Inn. I saw several of the party along with Moira downstairs drinking and carrying on, and decided to retire early. As if this land couldn't fuck with me enough, Marushka had decided to shack up with one of the patrons of the Inn, and we all learned this because they fucked for hours and the walls are pretty thin. I'm not entirely beyond the thought that she's doing this for all the shit I gave her about Kiril. I'm so fucking done with every other hunter in this whole god damn...country? Sure, I'll go with that. And, OF COURSE, I can't unhappy about this. Why? IT'S A FUCKING CRIME HERE. Also, for that little extra dash of 'fuck you' on top of it all, the man was another hunter. Does she just hate me in particular? Did I say something offensive while I was drunk?
 
Instead of sleeping I went downstairs to drink with Moira until she passed out. Lightweight. At FuckYou o'clock some prick in a guard outfit came in and demanded that I identify and register my weapons. Please give me a reason, you irritable twat. Maybe it was the drink in me, but I was certainly ready to show just how many ways I could fucking murder every single person in here if I wanted. I complied, like the bastard I am, and laid my fucking ARSENAL on the table. At the least it made the guard fuck off. While packing up my shit, Bryndan and Marushka decided to come downstairs. Great. Just what I needed right now. I think they tried to say something to me, but I was so pissed I just walked out. Here I was, thinking I'd try to do something nice for a change, and the very IDEA being placed out in the universe made it decide to make me regret that decision within a day.
 
My mindless wanderings caused me to end up at the Baron's... Bergermeister's...? The asshole responsible for the parties and the no unhappiness law. His place. There was a crowd about and I blended in easily to get a closer look. People trying to (as happy as possible) get inside and fight out what happened to their friends and loved ones who had been taken inside and never come out, bitching about these festivals every 10 days.. that sort of thing. The place is heavily fortified. It would be difficult to get in just myself, much less the entire party, saying nothing of Oswald the Graceful in his plate mail and Errki Silentasabagofbrokenglass-singer. I spent the better part of the day watching the goings on of the place, trying to get a read on anything useful; people coming and going, guard shift rotation, and the like. At any one time, the man can assemble a squad of 60 armed men at a moment's notice. Not great odds, even for me.
 
What else caught my eye was the repeating visits of messengers coming and going. Keeping observation of the grounds and guards much like myself, if I had to judge by their movements. You know, shit a real hunter should be able to notice. Figuring I'd gotten all I could from this place, I decided to to follow them in secret back to wherever it was this info was going; see who else was wanting to keep an eye on these goings on. Turns out they were sending info back to Fiona Wachter, another powerful personage in the city, and the one currently opposing what was going on to the best of her abilities within the confines of the law. I pulled a few strings and managed to get a brief audience with her. The experience was honestly the most terrifying thing that has happened to me since I arrived. She not only knew me, and knew the rest of the party, but how we arrived in Barovia, and when. She knew things she shouldn't know. No one short of Strahd with his powerful scrying ability. If not for the church, I almost would have assumed it was Strahd before me in disguise. The day was late, and there would be far too much to discuss. Let's be honest, I'm not much of a talker when its not about me and I'm not drunk. As if the universe was giving me a brief reprieve from kicking me in the dick as it has been the last few days, Lady Wachter invited us all to dinner the next night so we could speak on matters. Good. This would be better with everyone. ...it would've been better if Elaine were still here.
 
I made my way back to the Blue Water Inn after stopping by and getting some daggers silvered and conveyed to the rest of the party who was there the events of my day. Blame it on my lack of sleep, but I have neglected to mention that our ally Kasimir had been in town along with Moira. With growing suspicion of Rahadin possibly being in town, Kasimir was keeping a close watch on Ireena. That's good. Not having gotten any sleep the night before, I once more headed to my room to try and get some sleep. Sure do hope Oswald doesn't get drunk and no one except Kasimir is left to escort Ireena back to the church for the night all alone and something bad should happen to them...
 
...Sure do.