Early in the week, a group of colorful oddballs have been seen cleaning out the old hospice in the slums, hauling out old and rotted furniture to be burned, heedless of the chill in the air.
Word is that a wealthy investor is intent on seeing the place operational again, and healing is being offered for the sick, food offered for hungry bellies, and a warm refuge offered from the winter winds for any Barovian brave enough- or down-on-his-luck enough- to tolerate the company of the goofy Outlanders who now run the place.