As we draw closer to Strahd’s inner sanctum I feel no trepidation, no fear. I feel only calm and confidence. Ours is the righteous path, the true path. As sure as the coming of dawn, we Points shall sweep all through Castle Ravenloft shining our light into every corner. Even those which have not seen His glory in hundreds of years. Especially those. Strahd is not the first Lord of Darkness we have faced. I doubt he shall be the last. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. Such a fate now comes for Strahd of Barovia. Or myself, perhaps. Either way, this shall be my last entry as a mortal being.