Jutting from the impenetrable woods, a large, towering wall, cuts the Old Svalich Road perpendicular at the East end of Barovia. A high stone buttresses looming gray in the fog. Huge, rusted, iron gates hang on the stonework. Two giant headless statues of armed guardians flank the gate, their heads now lying among the weeds at their feet. These gates opened automatically to allow the party in.