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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 04, Barbarian, Level 01[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 34/ 34 [color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)      [color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] On the Road
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Prestidigitation.
[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
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	[color=f7941d]“Right away!”[/color] Kosara merrily replied as she proceeded to almost hop over to the mule that was pulling their humble transport. Now it had to be said that the white tiefling was very much liking anything that had to do with horses too. What with her Grandpa, so she liked and respected them. That and everything that lived their lives helping people even if it was helping them pulling their luggage, deserved respect.

	[color=f7941d]“Hello, mister mule. Let’s see if all is well, yes?”[/color] She ashed him with a smile pulling some dried fruits from her rations in her bag, offering them to the small horse-like being. Mules were… a curious breed indeed.[color=f7941d]” It’s good, right? Alright, let’s see...”[/color] She mused as she began checking up the the creature of burden. Make sure it wasn’t being bound too tight by the harness that tied him to the wagon, make sure there weren’t any bruising or injuries that might have occurred. Once she was sufficiently sure in her evaluation she gave the mule a few more dried fruits and let it graze on the grass if it wanted.[color=f7941d]” Mister mule’s right fine! Though he would deserve a nice bag of animal feed once we arrive.” [/color]She reported as she returned back to the others.

	[color=f7941d]“So… where’s the meat?”[/color] She asked, with metaphorical stars in her eyes, looking at V.[color=f7941d]” Is it of Morty fame?”[/color] She got a bit curious if it was what remained of the party mascot. Which was fine, a walking undead pig made out of preserved foodstuffs, this was it’s destiny!

	[color=f7941d]“I’ve not eaten broth, but I did try some proper soup a few times while I was traveling. Seemed nice. At least not when it  was too thin though. I mean… why waste perfectly good water on something like that?”[/color] She inquired with curious voice and pulled a partially unwrapped ration from her bag. Her eyes moved to the knightly friend who was requesting booze[color=f7941d].” Need it chilled afterwards?”[/color] She asked with a smile.

	She looked back to V who apparently decided to test her connection with her familiar and was using it too look from it’s eyes. Did it have eyes? Hmmm… She shook her head and looked back to V who returned to local awareness.[color=f7941d]” Well, what we should prepare for is lunch! Events come after. Hunger is often the enemy.”[/color] Kosara offered her peace of opinion and made herself comfortable as she pulled some dried bread from the ration. She tried to bite into it, only to cringe and eye it with utmost distrust and hatred. So she pulled her waterskin to get it a bit wet so it’s easier to bit off. She also did a bit of prestidigitation to give it a bit more flavor than soggy bread.