"Ridicule, pathetic, and unbecoming of Being Barovian."
Words describing the latest spectacle as witnessed by a few Village guards in front of the big decadent city gates of the Municipality of Vallaki spread at the Village of Barovia, where this gossip always finds receptive ears. The word on the lips of guards speak of the lost ways of their comrades in Vallaki, to allow the Outlander to wear the uniform. They speak in contempt and disgust of their lacking ways, of the other reality Vallaki faces when it comes to the domestic invasion of the outlander ways into their lives.
Talks are fueled by hearsay, by urban legends about native Vallaki women marrying filthy outlanders and alien races. The talks are shared in front of a warm fire, at the Blood of the Vine or on duty; the people feeling somewhat, distant from their bigger cousin; Municipality of Vallaki.