[The parcel contains three +1 Silver shortswords, and three +1 Silver Daggers. They gleam bright, are of perfect craftsmanship, and haven't a nick or scratch marring their surfaces.]

Indeed. You would do well to try and find yourselves some armor. [He eyes Nathan skeptically] Steel doesn't afford much protection from apparitions like these Murks, but if you cross paths with a werewolf, you'll be wishing you had at least some leather.

Good fortune in your journey, and much luck in locating your missing dwarf as well. I hope you are right, and your time here will be brief. Plans have a way of... going awry, in Barovia. [He gives them a grim smile, claps Nathan on the shoulder, and begins to set off along the west road.]