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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] Exhaustion (1)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Mummy Hill
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[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] x/5


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BlackBerry traipsed his way through the snow, back up the hill to the others and the visitors, arriving just in time for Kosara's suggestion of their guests. He Pinched his chine and tilted his head at the idea, and the subsequent thoughts that followed it that made him grimace in distaste.

[color=00aeef]"As I said Kosara, it is an old Dialect. Myself I have only seen it written less than a handful of times, and very little of it at that. Whomever they are representing I am at a loss as to why they would communicate in such a way."[/color] Lost in his thoughts, he failed to notice Kosara's staring contest with their most-leader-like...visitor. BlackBerry continued. [color=00aeef]"Did I hear correctly, Victoria, that you could translate it? If you need some assistance I would be more than happy to help in any way I can."[/color]

His attention now on Victoria he noticed Kosara trying, or more accurately failing, to hide behind her. Alarm bells rang. In one swift movement, BlackBerry spun round to face the bodies in a fighting stance ready to retaliate.

As before, nothing happened. The stoic statues simply stood silently together smiling at them all.

[color=00aeef]"They moved."[/color] BlackBerry took a step back, drawing level with Victoria but kept his eyes locked on the visitors. [color=00aeef]"When did that happen?"[/color]

This observation did not bode well at all. They were all tired, unequipped and woefully unprepared for a fight should it come to that. His thoughts then turned dark wondering how the Estate might fair should they fall to these visitors. But then again, other than looming menacingly in the distance, their visitors had done nothing untoward as of yet. If they meant any harm then surely they could have done so during the night when everyone was busy working and often barely in sight of each other. But instead they had simply waited, the tracks proved they had just moved to the top of the hill sometime during the night, assuming they hadn't been appearing here-there-and-everywhere beforehand.

Undead dressed in desert clothing, now leagues away in Avonshire, with a letter written in 'Olde Draconiq'.

Giving the Guests another once over; all human, he then suggested. [color=00aeef]"I could try talking to them?"[/color] BlackBerry didn't sound convinced. [color=00aeef]"It is possible they may understand modern Draconic."[/color] Dropping his voice to a low murmur he leant towards Victoria, and Kosara. [color=00aeef]"We can not leave them here. Either let us take them out now or someplace we can keep an eye on them all."[/color]