Amidst the dark, awful night, two figures can be seen, trudging side by side across the country. Coming down from the mountain at Krofburg, and heading across the countryside. They are small, forlorn figures in the dark, one crippled by the loss of a hand, the other with shoulders hunched and heavy. And yet they make their way across the countryside, inexorably and without pause, until they vanish from sight into the pass leading up to the castle that looms eternally over the land of Barovia.
They are no longer seen, but a firelight is soon seen. Lit before the gate, its glow cast upwards.