Sammy's Dead

I didn't think that would be how it ended for the American barista. I'm still in shock, really, and it's been... a month, I believe.

We had just left the mansion as it essentially imploded on us. I think, if I recall correctly, it was down to the residents' ghosts being reunited? Sammy was outside and had been watching the two children (who had turned out to be ghosts too) but they disappeared by the time we arrived back outside.

It was going so well.

We had no idea it would happen, but a vampire snuck up on us and shanked the lass. Given that I had just dealt with watching one of my fellow Wolfkind , albeit a taxidermied Mountain one and not a living Forest one such as I, be beheaded by that bastard gourd... person(?) Sango... it was a lot to see Sammy die like that.

I insisted we have a Pagan funeral for her, to which Sango used his roots to swallow her into the ground. I then drew a triskelion on her gravesite. Yes, I know I worship the Moon but it's a transitionary symbol, I want her transition into the aether to be comfortable.

It was pretty bittersweet that the vampire had left us all remaining a gift alongside a note from Count Strahd. I was gifted raw meat, how original.

Rest in Peace, Sammy. I hardly knew you too well, but you were really kind. Thank you for the teas you made me.