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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] Rose River Vineyard( Kitchen, 1F)
[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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	[color=f7941d]“Indeed it would be!”[/color] Kosara agreed merrily with V about being Celestially Blasted off the face of the world.[color=f7941d]” I mean, I was quite very certain, I wouldn’t have to, you proved some very good arguments about your abilities and never displayed evil means or acts with them and Grandpa always says to judge a person by their acts, but Grandpa also says to suffer not evil, so I am happy to have confirmation. Now whenever I meet Grandpa again, I can tell him all about it!”[/color] The tiefling smiled happily and warmly to V with all the joy in the world as if she hadn’t commented about potentially killing the bard earlier. Maybe it was just Celestial Warlock thing?

	Then she turned to Cecily when V mentioned a desire to help with what the tiefling presumed was breakfast prepwork or at least setting the table.[color=f7941d]” Ohh, can I help too? I grew up in a caravan stop and the tavern there, I know how to carry things to and from a table! Also if we have a bit of time, I can make some flat breads![/color]” She asked and suggested at the same time with big enthusiastic eyes. Weird northern culture aside, it was a marvelous start of the day! And it was certainly better than waking in the hayloft though the hayloft did provide some rather unique experiences.

	Of all things of importance however was the hug… Kathryn gave the bard a hug. Kosara’s eyes were eyeing the two of them until the hug was broken then she walked up to the bigger woman, looking at her with big expecting eyes also.[color=f7941d]” Can I get a hug too?”[/color] She asked hopefully from her very good friend. If Kathryn was giving out hugs, Kosara was gonna ask and she was also planning to ask. Hugs were a very important friendship thing as far as she was concerned. Not the hugs that most adults got into behind closed or not so closed doors of course, but regular happy innocent hugs!

	[color=f7941d]“Just tell that adventurers were doing adventurers things!”[/color] Kosara chimed in when the man said he was going to go out and try doing some damage control. Which was true… there was a certain degree of weirdness that followed in the wake of adventuring parties for some reason. Sometimes more… sometimes less, but a woman turning deathly still and seemingly well dead was far from the oddest thing that Kosara had witnessed in her life. Then again she grew up with a giant golden dragon horse teaching her magic in the desert, learning to dance with blades and meeting all sorts of travelers in one of the caravan rests in a desert crossing path… So her open mindedness might be a bit greater than rural Avonshire locals who never traveled far from their homelands.

	[color=f7941d]“Alrighty!”[/color] Kosara replied to the dwarven craftsman when he rejected her offer for help and was deeply wondering now if the dwarf really found Berry funny and this was how he really expressed it or if he was sarcastic. In the end the lil girl in Kosara decided that Urmdrus really found it funny and nodded to herself.

	[color=f7941d]“So, what are we doing now until we go for breakfast? Should I go see if I can prepare some flatbreads? Pretty sure I can do it before we meet up for the meal.”[/color] The white haired tiefling asked in the end.