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[h2][color=598527][i][b]Kathryn Pyke[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=598527]Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=598527][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 39 / 49	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Vineyard Couch House
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Lots of Drinking
[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	Should Kathryn have slowed down on the drinking? Probably. Would that stop her? No. Spending much of the time on her own since Ser Lucas passed drinking she felt rather invincible when it came to drinking. And to be fair, to a degree she was better off than most. The problems started to arise when some fun party drinking turned into downing two whole bottles and a sample of another in a rather short period of time. Kathryn at this point, was a couple drinks off from kissing the floor. BUT! Not as of yet! She was however, giddy as one could be. Up for shenanigans, challenges, and best of all, ADVENTURE! The current adventure? Stay standing while not kissing the floor! And she was kicking that adventure's ass! She thought so at least. Though she had some help. 

	She did however, get her approval for the bakery! Though there seems to have been confusion on what was considered in her past. "[color=598527]No no no, it was all arranged, though both our parents already built up plans for us. To the point where they already had a castle being built for us out in the frontiers. But no marriage completed. Our parents kept putting us together in a desperate hope to get us to like each other. And sure, it eventually worked, but there was a lot of fighting before then.[/color]" Kathryn giggled for a moment, as if laughing at a joke only she could hear, before snapping back to things. "[color=598527]I punched him in the face. He said I fight dirty, and I told him he's a pompous and sore loser.[/color]" The giggles soon turned into light laughter before she calmed herself a bit. "[color=598527]Shy of the real ceremony, we were all but married. He pretended to speak like a confident lord, convinced he's get a son or two out of me, and I told him he'd have to beat me with a sword first.[/color]" Kathryn let out a big toothy grin. "[color=598527]I always won. Father said I shouldn't be so hard on him. For once mom agreed. My uncle only finally agreed when my husband to be lied to his father about how his nose got broken. But he grew on me eventually. Trevor was kind, put up with my bullshite, and when you got past him pretending to be fancier than he was he was a rather sweet boy. Plus, he got better at fighting over time.[/color]"

	Kathryn did however let out a bow when Blackberry offered to buy some goodies when Kathryn finally got around to baking. "[color=598527]It would be my hono-[/color]" She was suddenly cut off when bending over so far her body forgot which direction up had been. With a quick correction and sudden correction, nearly losing the blanket she wrapped around herself, she successfully held her position. Eyes wide like she just cheated death. Before the giggling began again. "[color=598527]Did you see that? Almost took a bite of the floor yeah?[/color]" She joked as she stood back up strait correcting how the blanket wrapped on her person. 

	How Lizbeth described the boy was so cute! Down to the destruction of things and stuff to get his attention and buy his time. Maybe literally too now that she thought about it. But it was cute. "[color=598527]He sounds so good for you dude! We should arrange some time for ya or somethin'[/color]" Kathryn commented before about to lose balance again. "[color=598527]Maybe I can request some stuffs be fixed to buy ya time yeah? Or something then.[/color]" In Kathryn's mind, it sounded like a great plan. But she was also not perfectly aligned in terms of thought process. The moment Lizbeth handed her food Kathryn's whole wagon of thought went out the door. "[color=598527]Hey, we can start training whenever you want. I got time. Plus, much of that soldiering training isn't even for fighting for a while. Much of that training be for marchin' in formation, and taking orders from their boss dudes. They don't even get access to weapons in many cases until the last bit of their training. Unless ya wanna learn to march and get yelled at we can focus pretty much just on discipline and fighten' ya know?[/color]" Kathryn said completely unironically, as her own lack of self discipline dragged her deeper into a drunken stooper. "[color=598527]We'll gotta figure out the best way for ya to fight, and what ya wanna get out of fightin' yeah? Then we can teach ya the good shite. You're kinda small so you should know how to fight the people bigger then ya yeah?[/color]" Kathryn said as she shoved a rather big chunk of bread into her mouth. "[color=598527]You'll have the whole world to make your choices with my dude.[/color]" Kathryn said proudly as she made herself comfortable at the bar.

	Kathryn did however listen intently as Victoria explained a bit of lore on her family, Kathryn hoped she would remember it all by morning as she found herself intrigued by the whole thing. She thought the bit about humans thinking elves were nobility by default sounded off, but then again, common folk believed all sorts of weird things. Likely just getting their information through rumors and campfire stories. Kathryn found herself staring intently as the image of the half elf with rather deep fascination. "[color=598527]Weird...[/color]" Kathryn said in regard to how comparable V was to the image before her. Kathryn listened more intently as V continued talking. It seemed rather sad, how much the small woman and her family pushed to be like nobility and yet kept being denied. "[color=598527]Sounds like they were hoping for a family like mine was. One with titles and land, but not enough to make a major difference.[/color]" Kathryn said thinking. Then the alcohol in her brain finally lubricated the cogs in her mind, and a few thoughts were allowed to trickle again. "[color=598527]Well, if I ever get my seat of power back, I could totally bring ya up as a vassal or somethin', advisor, knight some people, get ya jump started ya know? The drawback, is I lack lands, power, influence, and the people who give noble houses power ya know?[/color]" Kathryn smiled as if she told a joke, and was waiting for the punchline herself. Then seemed to trail off a bit as she leaned against the counter, attempting to not fall over. 

	Kathryn listened intently as Victoria continued to explain not only how her family lineage compared to humans and nobility, but how her understanding of wines compared to that of people who worked on them. Kathryn did find herself struggling for a moment trying to process so much information at once. But she did her best! And her best, needed some work. But she was deeply invested into what Victoria had to say. "[color=598527]That is pretty cool not gonna lie. Knowing a bit of everything like that yeah?[/color]" Kathryn said still a little dizzy, and definitely very drunken at the moment. "[color=598527]So why did you decide to do bardy stuff? Was it a push from family? Or did you do it because your family said not too? Or was there like... some kind of cool inspiration there?[/color]" Kathryn said wondering so much more about the small woman she was going to spend the next few months with. "[color=598527]I wonder if I'd make a good bard... I know like... so many songs.[/color]" Kathryn said confidently as she sat up in her chair. For a moment, she seemed like she would stand, but either there was an inability too, or apart of her reminded her that she was not 100% in it at the moment, and needed to take a break. Still, she began a tune. 

[center]"[color=598527][i]The island, it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save.[/i][/color]"[/center]

	Though the tune came out okay, she soon trailed off, as if forgetting the words, or just unsure if she should continue. Either way, after some mumbling she would stop singing. Kathryn did find herself ready for a fight yet again, as if sober the whole time the moment the door was crashed open Kathryn was on her feet dagger in hand ready to toss. Blanket gripped with her other hand to not only hold in place, but to either toss as a distraction or to act as a make shift net as her eyes locked with the figure in the door way. She eased up rather quickly when it became apparent that new person was friend. Once the adrenaline began to fade the giggling returned. "[color=598527]More of the soldiering type? Fucking dope dude.[/color]" Kathryn said much more relaxed as she set the blade back down on the bar, the alcohol taking back over as she fell back onto the seat. 

	The dwarven man seemed like Kathryn's type of person. Soldiering type, worker type, drinking type. "[color=598527]I don't think I've seen a dwarf since I was a wee lass, younger than Lizbeth by a few years yeah?[/color]" Kathryn asked, then realized no one else could possibly be able to confirm such an answer. "[color=598527]But I like the things ya say my dude.[/color]" Kathryn said giving an approving nod and finger point towards the dwarf. "[color=598527]Sounds like a good deal to me yeah? We can sort details when I be less silly then.[/color]" Kathryn giggled out before taking the soup and began downing it as if her body deep down knew she would need it to survive the night. "[color=598527]Imma be good for drink moment I can stand again yeah? Then! I'll show all y'all some real drinking.[/color]" Drunk Kathryn said confidently.