After a restful night at Castle Dubois, the Lusty Fools dress in their freshly laundered clothing and armor, polished to a bright sheen by the castle servants, and enjoy a hot, delicious breakfast served by Madame Potts in the feast hall. After breakfast, Baron and Baroness Dubois gift the heroes with a jar of silversheen each, a bundle of provisions and full wine skin each, and a fond farewell.
Beware of the wolves, friends, and fare thee well! says Baron Dubois as the heroes walk out of the gatehouse and across the drawbridge....
You shall all be given silversheen to coat your weapons when you are ready to depart.
It is true, that in my younger days, I was selfish and cruel. I paid the price for my rudeness one night when an old crone came to my castle on a cold Autumn night, begging for shelter and hospitality, and I turned her away. She laid a curse upon me, and all who dwelt within my castle! You may find it hard to merit, but I became a terrible Beast.... Not unlike the werewolves that lurk outside in the forest.... My servants became animated household objects! Madame Potts became a talking tea kettle! Monsieur Lumiere became a candelabra, and Monsieur Cogsworth a wind-up clock! My hounds became footrests, my horse became a cart.... It was madness! The local peasants were astounded and terrified, and shunned my castle as haunted.... But this ravishing beauty, my Belle.... She alone was brave enough to weather my beastly temper long enough to know the kind soul that yearned for a second chance.... With her true love's kiss, she broke the curse, and I became like the man I was before, only better.... Kinder, and wiser.... My servants were restored to their human forms as well, and my hounds and horse, too! And we have lived happily ever since, always offering hospitality to any traveler in need....
Your host appears from a stairway inside the gatehouse, stepping down with his beautiful baroness on his arm. He wears a long azure cloak, hemmed with wolf-pelt, a fine linen shirt, and hunters breeks, with high, supple leather boots, and a Longsword at his hip, a dagger at the other side, worn on a broad leather belt with a golden bull-head buckle.
Welcome to Castle Dubois, Monsieurs! I am the Baron Dubois, your host! And this ravishing beauty on my arm is my wife, the Baroness Belle!
The Baron, who appears to be in his fifties, but still hardy and hale, beams proudly and lovingly at his wife, Belle, who is rather ravishingly beautiful, and seems to be in her thirties....
Wolves.... Beasts.... As I once was.... They know only hunger, cunning, and savagery.... Come into my castle, my friends, where there is safety and warmth!
From atop the ramparts of the gatehouse (out of which the drawbridge recently lowered), a pair of figures holding torches can be seen, waving to the Lusty Fools....
Welcome, travelers! Come in from rain and wolve, if you would rather dine on a princely feast and sleep in warm beds! calls down a deep, bass voice!
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