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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] 49 / 49	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] Exhaustion (x2)
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Fields near Estate House
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[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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	The figures on the hill left Kathryn unsettled. Falling behind she failed to get a good look at them as the rest of the party approached, but she had the aching feeling that something was about to go down. And she wouldn't be there to help. She would lag behind, and her people were going to get hurt. And there was nothing that she could do about it. She should have paced herself better the night before, but she had failed and now her party was walking into potential danger while she lagged behind. Stopping a moment to catch her breath, she noticed Lizbeth off to the side. And she looked... unwell. Maybe the exhaustion was getting to her too? Stepping over to the young woman she seemed to immediately get better. Almost as if the daylight itself had woken her up! "[color=598527]You doing alright dude?[/color]" Kathryn asked the small bean. After she confirmed that she was infact [i]Fine[/i] Kathryn wasn't sure if she was trying to be strong or was simply trying to stay awake like the rest of them. Though she seemed to be far more awake and energized than everyone else. Oh what it would be like to be young again. At the ripe age of 22, Kathryn was already aging out of the best age to get married and have kids in. Let alone have the energy to stay up all night and still keep toting about. 

	Seeing the concern on Lizbeth's face Kathryn figured giving the girl something to do could help her out. "[color=598527]Hey Lizbeth, if anything weird happens while we are up there, mind running and letting some folks know? I'm sure we can handle it, but if they end up being rowdy drunks I think it may be a good idea to let some people know so we can help them out properly yeah?[/color]" Kathryn said short of breath, but in her best reassuring tone. Trying to downplay her concern, and trying to let the girl feel helpful and useful. Plus, if things turned south, letting the others on the property know what was going on to either help or evacuate would be best. After her request though, Kathryn struggled her best to catch up to the others. The moment to rest and talk to Lizbeth had given her a second to catch her breath, but she still felt like she would collapse into a coma if she were to fall over. And gods be damned did her legs want to give out. She wanted nothing more than a hot meal, an even hotter bath, something alcoholic to numb her pain, and a comfy spot to let her body collapse onto. But the work wasn't done. Not even close. 

	Getting up close, she could finally see what the others were looking at. Despite getting there last of the group, she could still see the confusion on their faces. But these people... they seemed like they were infact dead. The big one that Kosara took the note from seemed like he could throw people about. And if this turned into a brawl it would be four on five. Kathryn was pretty sure she could take them to an extent despite her conditions at the moment. But she lacked a magical weapon if that would be needed. She supposed if hacking and slashing wouldn't do the trick, she could always attempt to go big again and rip them in half. Far from the ideal way to fight people, but if she didn't have options she would have to make due. "[color=598527]Draconic? That seems weird as hell. If they wanted to give us a letter, why would they want to give us a letter we were not in a position to read?[/color]" She could think of a couple reasons. AN ego complex, their lack of understanding of common or elvish, to stall and waste the party's time while they went to find a way to translate it. She wouldn't say that out loud though. Not in the presence of the messengers. Though she did find it funny that they had one of the few people in the land who could read draconic. Even if the dialect in this case didn't work with him. 

	Kathryn listened to her party in horror as they talked about taking the silks from the dead people in front of them. The idea of wearing clothes from dead people was unsettling to Kathryn. Sure, maybe the material was decent quality, but these were corpses! Not just corpses, living corpses! That have been walking about in mud, sweating, rotting, rubbing their garbs up against every open sore and wound on their body! Sure, maybe it could be cleaned, but what the fuck... "[color=598527]Even if we could get those garbs, is it really worth taking? I don't think we should fight them if we don't have too. And if we do... They are corpses.[/color]" Kathryn said in mild horror as she tried to hide how unsettled she was by the idea.