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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Outside Hidden Distilery
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Nature on Sycamore (8)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/5


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Blackberry blinked down at the now burning bodies waiting to see if it would convince…whatever they were to finally act and reveal themselves. It didn’t. The corpses remained lying exactly as they were without any care in the world. Meanwhile, the flames continued to happily eat away the dry, crumbling, rancid flesh and fabric of the corpses.

[color=00aeef]“Yes, well.” Blackberry stepped away from the fire, making sure to pull his trailing robes up away from the fading flames as he started back towards the door. [color=00aeef]“I suppose that settles that then. If you all do not mind I shall wait outside until all is done. I can barely see past the end of my nose, even before all this rancid smoke.”[/color]

Stepping past the others he then made his way back up the short tunnel back into the outside world. Grey skies and refreshingly cold air welcomed him with a well timed breeze to blow away the cobwebs, both metaphorically and literately. For a few moments he simply pulled his robes close trying to stop the wind from snatching them and what little warmth he had gathered down in the hidden distillery away.
Finally back out in daylight, even as overcast by the darkening clouds above, he could see his own transformation; his blue scales had taken on a luxurious sheen. Blackberry turned his hand this way and that to marvel at how the sun danced across them, certainly not as shiny as a jewel but enough to say he looked a bit ‘shinier’. He even dared a moment of chill to lift up his shirt and confirm the transformation on his stomach. Curiosity demanded a more thorough investigation later in private and possibly with a mirror.

While waiting for the others (or more likely, just Lady Kathryn) to finish getting the barrels out of the Distillery, his attention was caught by the Sycamore tree standing naked and proud atop the hill. Following an idea he strode towards the tree and then, when he was right next to it, looked back towards where he had come from the entrance leading into the distillery. With a nod BlackBerry guess-timated that he was probably now directly above the Distillery and so the roots he had seen, or felt below belonged to this tree. Continuing to follow the stray thought, he then circled the tree examining its trunk and branches above from all angles looking for anything that seemed off or un-tree-ish. After a few laps he gave the tree a few affirmative knocks and then affectionate pat before returning back to the others once they had all exited the Distillery.

[color=00aeef]“Good news. It would appear that whatever magic there is below seems to be politely staying there. The tree just there appears unaffected by anything.”[/color] He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder to said tree. Turning his attention to Victoria and Lady Kathryn he then said. [color=00aeef]“If you two are taking some of the barrels down to Madame L’Rose perhaps you might ask for Master Urmdus to accompany you back and put together a more permanent solution to keeping this place locked up? Kosara and myself could wait here until then before investigating the strange grapes nearby.”[/color]