The next morning, after taking meal from Starry Eyes Inn, you were drawn into a funeral ceremony. Town folks had gathered in front of a fresh grave to pay their final respect. You heard that the person caught a curse or disease that turned him into an ice statue.
"Thanks for attending the funeral of Ulric," you heard someone speaking from behind in gruff voice and turned around. The speaker was a middle aged man, you recognize him - Elder Walter, the leader of the town council.
"I'm sorry to tell about a request in such situation, but I hope you can help. Vamp'Ire Town might be in danger."
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