She awoke with a splitting headache, aching joints and dry, cracked lips. Her hair and skin were sticky and stained crimson with blood. Her axe needed a good cleaning and her armor was a mess. She was dizzy, tired, and felt utterly defeated. She'd sought to gain at least some measure of happiness back on this trip, but instead she'd managed to lose a hefty chunk of her pride. With her head hanging she packed up her belongings and made a swift journey back to Barovia, though not before stopping by one of the few places in Dementlieu that had been untouched by the revolution.
The Mutinied Sailor could be considered one of the shadiest bars in The Port. The drinks were average and the pottage mediocre. Through her time spent in Dementlieu Roxy had found that the company was hardly as bad as the nobility made it out to seem. She enjoyed many evening's there drinking, gambling, smoking and relaxing in general, enjoying her time with individuals who had little trouble understanding her. They were a rough crowd to be sure, however they'd never done her any wrong. After a few shots of whiskey and more than her share of card games she scribbled down her thoughts and feelings on a crumpled piece of paper, folded it up and left it with the barkeep along with a hefty pouch of coins and strict instructions on who to deliver it to should that individual happen to show up at the shady dive. You've likely little desire to see me, but you should know that
I did come looking for you, and I do feel as if this
whole thing has been some blown out of proportion mistake
that should've been handled in a way that I wouldn't regret
so much. I can't stay here in port, not with the trouble of
the revolution and instability of the city as a whole. Just know
that I did try, and I would gladly wait had I received some sign
that it wouldn't be in vain. I'll be making my way back to Barovia
and will be spending a significant amount of time within the Drain.
I'll understand if I don't don't hear from you, and if this is the
case I will just assume that it's time for me to let go and move
on. Don't think that this is easy for me.