Luna 2 Zuia 11
I forget sometimes how cold Barovian winters can be. Long months spent at the Mist Camp, no rain, no winter, always summer. This has softened by hide.
A business contract has been reached between myself and a man calling himelf, Viktor the Svalich Gypsy. He is a strange man to behold, albino! He collects and sells artifacts. He has agreed to sell my varnishes. Condition being I help him retrieve "Said Artifacts". Translation, Tomb Looting.
Why not, It has a lucrative potential.