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With the sun setting behind him, Vlad slowly crept up the walkway towards the Inn, something he hadn't done for quite some time. He paused at the doorway, for he thought he heard the sounds of laughter coming from within its walls; that was impossible, of course -- no souls had entered the Inn since he closed it a couple of years ago.

With little effort, he removed the planks that had been boarded up over the doorway, and pulled a rusty old key out from within his cloak. With a scream, the lock slowly turned and clicked, and he pushed open the door.

A flood of memories came back to Vlad as he stepped through the doorway and entered the Black Raven Inn. "Not as bad as I thought it would be" he said, but he wasn't sure if he was referring to his memories, or the condition of the Inn itself.

Shaking his head, he mumbled a few words and lit the fireplace. The light from it, along with the moonlight pushing its way through the partially-obscured windows, was enough to brighten most of the main room.

"Not too much dust, I'll have to get Renfield over here to clean the place up", he said, and walked over to the bar. Behind it were a number of wine bottles; most were empty, but some still had a bit of liquid in them -- which smelled awful -- and were quickly emptied down the sink drain.

Smiling, Vlad muttered "... have to restock I guess ...", then leaned against the bar and gazed into the empty room that lay out before him.

He wondered if they already knew that the BRI was open again. He hoped that they would slowly return, but he knew that some would not, for their scars had not yet totally healed. But, in time, he was confident they would come back.

He left the bar and moved over to the couch in front of the fireplace. As he sat down, a lone bat flew through the open doorway, and settled up in the rafters, followed by a second. If they had returned, he knew the others would too.

Staring into the fire, in a low, baritone voice, Vlad whispered: "Come home".

Vladimir
January 21, 2001

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