One copper the line. Notices of death without charge. Boxed advertisements by arrangement, in advance.
All copy passes the Count's Censor. The Gazetteer is not responsible for outcomes, and has never been.
Lost notices run until the thing is found or the advertiser is. Whichever first.
Wanted, a boy to walk the east lane at dusk and mark the number of persons in the procession. Counting only. No speaking. Two silver the week.
Wanted, night watchman for the bone room at the Church of the Morninglord. The duty is to watch the bones. Applicants who ask what for have already failed the interview.
Wanted, a strong man to help carry a body from a house to a churchyard. The last time this was asked in this village, one man came. He is remembered. Ask for him first.
Wanted, gravedigger. Piece work. Enquire at any parish. Enquire at all of them, there is enough.
Wanted, a second gravedigger.
Wanted, barkeep, immediately, at the Blood of the Vine. The position is not vacant. The holder of it is several days out on the road fetching wine, and the cellar was full when he left.
Wanted, someone to tell two women at a windmill something. Fee negotiable. Fee substantial. Fee paid in advance and not refundable.
Wanted, a name for a dog. Brown, short chain, mill on the Vallaki road. The dog has one. Nobody has asked it.
Wanted, a Burgomaster, for the Village of Barovia. The office is vacant. Applicants should be aware of how it became so, and should have no family they are attached to.
Wanted, apprentice to a coffin-maker. Steady trade. Steadier every week.
Taylor & Son, Tailors
Suits, cloaks, mourning wear. Measurements taken in one visit, as we have found second visits unreliable. Every garment cut to last longer than its owner, which in this village is not a boast.
You never know which suit will be your last
Fittings by daylight · Alterations, one silver · The son is also called TaylorGrigor & Sons, Masonry
Foundations, chimneys, headstones. Three generations of stonework in this valley. Now offering the Peace of Mind range: walls, lids, and lintels rated to keep a thing where it is put.
Estimates free · Deposits final · We do not reopen workRespectable woman, forty, seeks indoor work of any kind. Any kind. Indoors.
Man, sober, seeks position anywhere west of the gates. Will accept less pay. Will accept much less pay. Will discuss.
Former carnival strongwoman, presently engaged, seeks nothing at this time, but wishes it known she is enormous.
Priest, twilight order, available for door-opening. Goes first. Charges accordingly.
Scholar available to date your stonework, read your inscriptions, and tell you which of your walls is older than your village. Fees modest. Findings not.
Necromancer, discreet, vegetarian, will raise what you have and return it in the condition found. No livestock. No questions about the hand.
Horse, gelding, strong, well fed, seeks driver who knows which way the road goes. Has had one who did not. Answers to three names, none of which is Princess, all of which are.
The Mending Hand, Physicians
Bloodletting, bone-setting, stitching, and amputation by two men who have done a great deal of all four lately. We do what we can, which is not much, but we do it quickly and we do not scream.
Payment in kind · Bring your own bandage · Fourth limb at no chargeFor sale, wolfsbane, fresh cut. Five gold the sprig. No refunds. Testimonials unavailable.
For sale, house, three rooms, sound roof, excellent view of the road. Priced for a quick sale. Priced for a very quick sale. The key is under the step, take it.
For sale, wedding ring, inscribed Forever, found in the road below the falls. Owner presumed to be forevering elsewhere.
For sale, silver cutlery, complete service for eight, never used at table.
For sale, a mirror, small, steel, fifty gold. Enquire at Bildrath's, where it is not.
For sale, shutters, oak, iron-bound, from a house whose occupant no longer requires them.
For sale, a child's cradle, unused, and a second cradle, used.
For sale, twelve pastries, sweet, of a make no longer obtainable. Buyer to collect. Buyer not to eat.
For sale, holy water. Fifty gold the vial and not a copper under, whatever Mr. Cantemir is telling people he will pay.
For sale, a mummified goblin hand, used once, works. A second hand, larger and fresher, is not for sale and is spoken for.
For sale, one sack, plain, bought at Bildrath's at Bildrath's price, used once to carry a halfling. The halfling is not included and was not, strictly, carried.
For sale, wolf skulls, boiled clean, in a lot or singly. Not the ones on the cart. Seller has more coming.
Pyotr's Pawn
Rings, weapons, plate, heirlooms. Everything on these shelves belonged to somebody who is not coming back for it, and the proprietor is content to leave it at that. Not for sale: a music box, second shelf, which plays when nobody has wound it, and which is understood to be waiting.
Bought outright · Nothing held on account · Do not wind the boxIvana's Ironmongery
Hinges, locks, bars, brackets, and nails. Bulk rates on door bars. Bulk rates on window bars. Bulk rates on nails, which is what everyone comes in for, and nobody says what for, and Ivana has stopped asking.
Cut to length · Fitted same day · The east gate hinge was not oiled by this shopFennick, Furrier
Wolf, fox, bear, and other. The other is not for sale and the Gazetteer is asked to print that plainly. Pelts bought by weight. Sixteen were offered up the road last week and the buyer there declined them, and Fennick wishes it known that he would have declined them too, out of caution and not out of poverty.
Weighed at the door · Cash on the scale · He is not angry about the wolvesTo let, upper room, warm, above a stable. Rent low on account of the stable. Rent low on account of other things.
To let, cellar, dry, stout door, ring set in the floor. Chair included at no charge. Rope included at no charge. Bucket, for the water, included.
To let, the mansion on the hill, unlocked, holy symbols already nailed to the exterior at a considerable height, ropes across the garden at shin height. Prospective tenants are asked to mind the ropes. Two have not.
To let, cottage, farm road, adjoining the burned ground. Quiet now.
For hire, one cart and one gelding, strong, well fed, answers to three names. Skulls not included and not removable.
The Second Sunrise
Rooms let by the night. Shutters of oak, bars of iron, and a landlady who counts the guests down to breakfast and marks the tally on the door frame, where you may inspect it.
Two silver the night · In advance · Rate reviewed for a second nightThe Wizard of Wines
Purple Grapemash No. 3, Red Dragon Crush, and the Champagne du le Stomp, by the barrel, when the barrel arrives. Deliveries to the village are delayed pending the return of the cart. The cart is pending the return of the driver. The driver is pending.
West of Vallaki · Sold by the barrel · Do not come to us, we will come to you, eventuallyLost, one hand. Left. Not originally mine. Reward.
Lost, my son. Twice. The second time was kinder. This notice has run every week for a year and will stop now. — F.D.
Lost, a sun. Approximately four centuries. Enormous sentimental value. No description necessary, everyone remembers.
Lost, between the Tser Pool and the falls, a bundle of letters tied in green ribbon. The finder is welcome to the ribbon.
Lost, faith, somewhere between the gate and the churchyard. Finder may keep it if he can use it.
Lost, a dog, brown, short chain, last seen at a mill on the Vallaki road, barking. Not seeking the dog's return. Seeking to know whether the dog stopped.
Lost, my nerve, in the woods on the shortcut trail. If found please do not return it, I have made other arrangements.
Lost, ten minutes, at dawn, on the road out of Tser Pool, in both directions.
Kolbek's Kennels
Dogs bred and trained in this village to bark at wolves, at strangers, and at the thing in the yard at the third hour that they will not stop looking at. A dog that barks at nothing is a dog that has seen something. We sell that dog.
Six gold the dog · Chain extra · No returns after the first nightHalder's Herbs & Tonics
Draughts for morning, for evening, and for sleeping through the night without dreaming. The third is the one you want. The third is always the one that is out.
Bottles returned for a copper · Effects vary · Not affiliated with any windmillFound, a great many bones, cleared from a garden on the farm road. Owner may describe and collect.
Found, a boy, in a sack, during the storm. Ran before he could be given back. He is somewhere in this village. His parents have not come forward and are not expected to.
Found, a doll, in the road, resembling a woman of this village so exactly that the finder has declined to keep it and declines to burn it.
Found, a shoe. One. Enquire at the east gate.
Found, a bear's skull, on the shortcut trail. Will not be returned. The bear may apply in person.
Found, a second sack, of the same unusual make as the first. The Gazetteer does not know what it is for and has been asked not to put anything in it.
Found, a horse, gelding, well fed, answering to Clip Clop, Princess Clip Clop, and Princess. Claimed already. Advertised out of interest.
Leena's Leatherworks
Belts, boots, harness, and fine bindings for books of every description. Ask about our spellbindings. Ask once.
Hides bought at the door · No questions on provenance · No questions, generallyWidow, comfortable circumstances, seeks widower. Recently widowed. Very recently. Applicants will not be asked about their own arrangements and are asked not to enquire about hers.
Gentleman of property, long established in the district, seeks a young woman of a particular family and a particular birthmark. He has a castle. He has waited. He is patient in the way a river is patient.
Bachelor, thirty, own boat, own net, seeks companion who will not get away.
Young woman seeks a husband from outside the valley. There is no such thing. She is aware. She is placing the notice anyway.
Divorced pair, goliath and elf, travelling together in a professional capacity, wish it known that they are not looking, not for each other, and would the village please stop asking.
Vesna's Veils & Vestments
Weddings and the other thing. The same veil serves for both, the same lace, and often the same guests, and Vesna sees no profit in pretending otherwise.
Hire, four silver · Purchase, two gold · Black dyed while you waitTo the person who has my mirror: the letter on the front page was also from me. — B.C.
To the party who left six holy symbols nailed to a house on the hill and then left the district: come back for them, or come back for us, but come back.
To the strangers with the skulls on the cart: you drove past this camp the wrong way at dawn, the entire length of it, and then you drove back. We watched both times. We will watch again.
Whoever is oiling the hinge on the east gate: the widow with the goose knows it is not Ivana's shop, and says so, and would like the rest of you to say who it is.
To the woman in the borrowed cloak coming up the hill: we know whose it is. The door is not locked. It has never needed to be.
To the goliath: that is not what I meant. — M. (Notice placed in advance, with instructions.)
I forgive you. You know for what. You will not read this and that is part of it.
Bobby's Bookstore
Histories, almanacs, and the occult shelf, which is at the back, behind the curtain, and which the proprietor asks you not to browse after dusk. Titles not on the shelf have gone out on their own and will be back.
Trade credit offered · Overdue books not pursued · The book will find youBram Bramble, Cartographer
Maps of the valley, surveyed and drawn by hand. The roads are accurate, the distances are honest, and the edge of the sheet is where the fog is, which is not an artistic decision.
Twelve gold the atlas · Three the road sheet · Do not test the edgesFor sale, geese, laying, six. One not laying, and not for sale, and has an opinion.
Wanted, a cow that will settle indoors and in the dark. Ours will not. Ours has begun looking at the door.
For sale, cabbages, cheap, trodden. Straight line through the middle of the bed, every night, and there is no moving them, I have moved them.
Wanted, information as to where the crows go at noon. Two silver. Apply to the lane behind the tannery, ask for the widow with the goose.
Wanted, a horse that will not bolt at wolves. Failing that, a spell that puts one to sleep, and a cleric who will cast it on the horse and not on the driver.
Milos the Miller, of the Village
Flour ground fresh and daily by a man, who is one man, and who is not old, and who has never sold a pastry in his life and does not intend to start. Milos wishes the village to understand that there is more than one mill in this valley and that his is the one down the lane with the sails that turn.
Ground while you wait · By the sack or the half sack · He is fine, thank you for askingThe Blood of the Vine
Wine, when there is wine. Forever soup, always. Three proprietors, all cousins, who will remember your name, your business, and where you said you were going, so that you need not. Rooms above. Mirror on request.
Village square · Ismark back any day · Ask us anything, we will ask you moreMadam Eva
The cards, read for whoever sits down. Your fate is already in the deck; the fee is for hearing it aloud. The tent is kept close and the pipe is kept lit, and visitors who take a pull are asked to leave the walrus out of it.
Tser Pool · Fee in advance, sometimes in lieu · He has never sat down at the tableBildrath's Mercantile gives notice that it will purchase holy water at thirty-five gold the vial from any party able to supply it; that this is not a negotiation; and that the offer, regrettably, is still open.
The well water tastes of coins on days it rains. The parish has looked into the well. The parish would prefer not to discuss what it looked into the well with.
A candle is now three silver at Bildrath's. Mr. Cantemir has been asked about this four times by the same woman and has given the same answer four times, and the Gazetteer prints it here to save everyone a fifth: I know what it is, Ludmila.
Notice is given that a letter addressed to the Burgomaster has been returned to the sender, the office being vacant; that the Gazetteer has read it; and that the matter of the cabbages is now before the public.
This paper accepts notices of death without charge and always has. The ground is likewise free. We are told this is the valley's only remaining kindness, and we intend to keep offering it.
Advertisers are reminded that all copy passes the Count's Censor. The Censor has struck one notice from this week's column. The Gazetteer has left the space blank so that readers may see the shape of it.
The proprietor of this paper wishes to correct the impression that advertisements are read by the Count. They are read by the Count's Censor, which is a different office, in a different room, though the Gazetteer has never seen the two of them together.
Reprinted by arrangement from our sister paper in Vallaki · Contents the responsibility of that office
"All the News That Fits the Mood" · Issue No. 4,412 · Weather: mist. Tomorrow: mist. Extended forecast: mist.
Burgomaster's office seeks Festival Coordinator. Previous three coordinators are no longer with the office, or with anyone. Must love joy. Loving joy is mandatory.
Coffin-maker seeks apprentice. Steady work. Growth industry. No experience necessary, you will get some.
St. Andral's seeks night watchman for the bone room. Duties: watching bones. Applicants who ask follow-up questions need not apply.
Charming Vallakian home, three bedrooms, excellent view of the stocks. Motivated seller. Very motivated. Seller is already gone, honestly, just take it.
Windmill, fully operational, turnkey pastry business, includes three delightful elderly staff. Ingredients sourced locally. Extremely locally.
Used carriage, one owner, seats six. Currently seats four following an incident near Yester Hill.
Blinsky's Toys. Is no fun, is no Blinsky! Custom dolls crafted to resemble any loved one. Uncanny likeness guaranteed. Please stop asking how.
The Abbot of Krezk. Cosmetic improvements, restorative grafting, enhancements. Consultation free. Consent flexible.
Tall, pale, established landowner (400s) seeks reincarnation of lost love. I have a castle. Historically, I do not take no for an answer.
Gentleman seeks anyone who remembers what the sun looked like. Sketches accepted. Paintings preferred. Please.
You: adventurer on the Svalich Road, armed, confident, smelled wonderful. Me: wolf. Our eyes met. I think about you constantly. I know where you sleep.
By order of the Baron: all citizens are required to be happy. Non-compliance will be noted. Notes will be acted upon.
The Wachter family wishes to formally deny all rumours. All of them. Particularly that one.
Last week's edition reported that the Festival of the Blooming Rose drew a record crowd. It drew record attendance. The Vigilant regrets the error. The author regrets it more, and may be visited in the stocks.
Obituaries: see pages 2 through 11.