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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 21/ 21	[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] Avonshire ( Around town. ) → The Honey Barn!
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/A
[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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	The journey through town passed quickly and without much time to let one’s mind wander loose. Kosara had to admit she learned a lot of how to drive a mule drawn carriage. A very important skill to have, she realized. A wagon was invaluable tool to have at your disposal. All the gear and supply storage on the road! She saw a few on the roads that had more wooden walls and even roof and realized that it could be a home on the road too! Eve a canvas covered one could serve as a nice tent replacement and you didn’t even have to sleep on the ground! Admittedly she liked sleeping on the soft earth with nary but her blankets and bedrolls, however there were times when the only available surface was rocks… and then there was this rain thing that was much more issue here in the north and outside the deserts. 

	When it came to the options of accommodations, she was pondering the options of the common room of an inn and this hayloft. Kathryn expressed interest in the hayloft and Kosara wasn’t far behind to quip and chip in also.[color=f7941d]” I’m interested too! Never seen a hayloft before!” [/color]She called joyfully, wondering what the experience of sleeping in one would be. 

	From there on the journey slowly continued onwards until they reached the fabled ‘Honey Barn’. First thing that Kosara noted was...[color=f7941d]” It’s not covered in Honey...”[/color] She said audibly and with a disappointed sigh.[color=f7941d]” I mean… I didn’t think it would be, but I hoped.”[/color] Alright, one childish dream of things that weren’t meant to be broken. On a side note though it looked… big..ish. Maybe bigger than the main hall of the tavern she grew up in… scratch that the main floor of this place was bigger than her home. The caravan stop however made up with having a few different buildings and also a very nice outdoor area for those that wanted to be on the outside. Still Kosara felt really curious and wondered how it looked on the inside. Ideas of the possibilities of it ever being a barn covered in honey vanishing from her mind when a rather well shaped, but short woman with penchant for purple arrived! Kosara had only seen that much purple on V before! For that reason the teifling stole a glance at the bard, evaluating the shades of purple for a brief moment, concluding that V’s was more tasteful and returned her attention to the woman. Fancy hair… check… that expression… check… way of acting and speaking… check. Kosara had her pegged as the owner of this place right away due the similarities to a few people back home and the word exchange of the woman with Cecily only confirmed it. That corsait thing that she was wearing, certainly didn’t look comfortable however. It also was certain to get in the way of her type of dancing! Plus nobody in their right mind with wear something like that in the deserts with all the blazing sun and the scorching sands. Sand got EVERYWHERE… it was a recipe for disaster to wear something that tight fit and made out of leather.

	When the introductions were given and an offer for a handshake arrived, Kosara hopped to it in her almost patented energetic way.[color=f7941d]” Hello, Madame Marcie!”[/color] She greeted in turn a huge smile on her face.[color=f7941d]” My name’s Kosara. I’m a dancer by trade and I play the Simsimiyya.”[/color] She greeted in return, not mentioning that she was apparently an adventurer too. Less because of some grand masterplan of subterfuge and more of the fact that Kosara will forever consider herself dancer first, traveler second and adventurer third.

	[color=f7941d]“It looks like a great place! Very shiny and… costly looking! Must have taken a lot of time and effort to build up! My sisters would have loved to work at a place like this at least for a time. Though when I left, busyness in the desert was still high, nowhere near as it appears to be here.”[/color] She added when the woman mentioned her property in this case the Honey Barn.”[color=f7941d] I am looking forward to this festival, thank you! It’s going to be my first Festival! I’m looking to see and experience as much as I could!”[/color]

	[color=f7941d]“If I may ask, Madam Marci, how do you maintain your nice raven hair this well in the North?”[/color] Kosara asked with genuine curiosity and plea in her voice.[color=f7941d]” Back home in the south, my sisters and I took care of it easily enough, but my usual lotions doesn’t seem to be working as well in the colder weather! What’s more they are hard to find or make since the products don’t seem to grow here!”[/color] She added, showing her impressive white braid.