My most pathetic servant,

I am not a messiah sent to you by the Dark Powers of this land. I have not come to lead you
on a path to immortality. However many souls you have bled on your hidden altar, however
many visitors you have tortured in your dungeon, know that you are not the one who brought
me to this beautiful land. You are but a worm writhing in my earth. You say that you are
cursed, your fortune spent. Your husband took solace in the bosom of another woman, sired
a bastard son, and drove you to abandon love for madness. Cursed by darkness? Of that I
have no doubt. Save you from your wretchedness? I think not. I much prefer you as you are.

Your dread lord and master,

Strahd von Zarovich

A HAND CRANK MUSIC BOX.

Description : A music box that used to soothe a crying baby.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Durst,

In light of my current condition, I respectfully ask your leave for a brief time away from my
responsibilities. While my devotion to your dear children makes this decision difficult, I have
taken it upon myself to find a solution that, I hope, will serve your household well. A good
acquaintance of mine is experienced in the care of children, and I believe that she could
assume my role during my temporary leave without difficulty. I realize that my request is not
without its complications. However, my years serving your family have shown me the depth
of your understanding and compassion. I truly feel that I have become a part of this family,
and I look forward to bringing another member of that family into this world.

Yours sincerely,

Klara