Barovians and outlanders whisper of the crowed which came out of the sewer. Dragging the corps of a headless elf out into the sun where it spontaneously burst into flames. One peasant remarked, "I saw a wooden stake in it's chest!" Another while making a ward against the evil eye "Vrolok, had te be a vrolock. Nu natural to burn li'e tha in the sun". One child simply commented "Stinky!" then turns to his mother and asking "What does Styr mean?" as the mother scooped the child up to head inside for the falling night was upon them.
Barovians the next day told tales of bats in swarms through the night. Huddled in fear while the denizens of the dark roamed free.
The light of the Morninglord burned to ashes, and from ashes to dust, cleansing the taint of the immortal sin only to be blown away in the whipping winds of the streets.
