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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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	Kathryn continued to feel uneasy. As she approached the hill that the others were interacting with the group on the hill, she took a moment to look back only to notice that Lizbeth was gone. Maybe she went to get help? Maybe she got spooked? She couldn't be sure. When this was over Kathryn would have to check on her. She hoped beyond hope that she was going to be okay though. Turning back to the others, Kosara and Blackberry were sorting out the note between them. Attempting to figure out what it could mean, and what the reasoning for this odd group of very likely dead individuals was doing here. Apart of her really worried this would turn into a fight. The uneasyness of the situation left Kathryn feeling like they were one bad move away from things turning ugly. 

	Then, it smiled. The smile was comparable to what Kathryn pictured someone getting their mouth forcibly stretched wide with hooks as a form of torture. But in some twisted way they enjoyed the torture. Apart of Kathryn wanted to scream, apart of her wanted to puke, apart of her wanted to nope right out of this and leave. Go to bed, enjoy a warm drink and meal, get shit faced drunk on the floor, or any combination of those options! Oh what she would do for that instead of this weird shite. As the others relaxed, Kathryn couldn't be sure if she was to relax too, or be worried that they were gearing up for something. God dammit how she wished she was better at determining these sort of things, but she wasn't even sure if the rules still applied to dead people the way it applied to the living. So those skills may not even come in handy in that regard either. 

	Kathryn let out a soft sigh when Kosara mentioned not wanting to get into a fight, but was still talking as if she could loot their clothes off their person. Just... What did Kosara thing looting clothes off dead people meant? These dead people seemed like they would put up at least a small fight for the clothes on their back. When the big one locked eyes with Kosara, Kathryn hadn't realized how tense she was. By instinct she had reached for her boot where the dagger sat sheathed ready to retaliate to any potential attack! The second her finger tapped the hilt she stopped seeing as how the person had not only stopped at locking eyes with Kosara, but Kosara seemed ever so determined to lock eyes with it as well. In this moment, Kathryn wondered if Kosara was ignorant,  brace, or somewhere between. But gods be damned the woman was standing her ground. "[color=598527]Kosara?[/color]" Kathryn spoke up softly as the smaller woman continued to hold her gaze. The bad feelings lingered, so Kathryn continued to close the distance. Gods be damned she was still slow. If things turned into a brawl would she be able to hold her own in a fight? Maybe. Adrenaline could do wonders for a person. On top of that she was pretty kinda sure she had one more use of her magic. How long she could hold it she was unsure. But she was also still armed, and armored. Not good armor, and her family sword really needed some work, but if push came to shove, Kathryn was bigger still. 

	By instinct, when Kathryn heard the yelp from Kosara the half giant of a woman booked it, giving it whatever speed she could muster as Kosara jumped behind V to hide. Her tiefling friend was scared, Blackberry was ready to jump into action, and Victoria was now in the mist of it all. This could not be allowed to pass. Kathryn stopped herself just infront of Victoria, her boots leaving streaks in the snow and dirt as she put her body between Victoria and the big one. The big one however, was only big compared to the rest of the party. Kathryn had nearly half a head on him, and the dude looked rather lean compared to Kathryn. In terms of physical might, Kathryn was pretty sure she had all the advantages here. But the dude was dead, and there was no telling what sort of tricks he had up his sleeve. Though still spooky, he was far less intimidating when Kathryn got up close to him. 

	"[color=598527]Blackberry, you said they write in draconic? Do you think they speak it? Or another language?[/color]" He brought up the idea of talking to them, but Kathryn found herself already on that note. Though she didn't know draconic, she knew an assortment of other languages. "[color=598527]Hello, my name is Kathryn, do you speak common?[/color]" With no response, she cleared her throat to try again. "[color=598527]Helo, fy enw i yw Kathryn, wyt ti'n siarad Elvis?[/color]" Kathryn waited, but there was no response. She was getting even more uneasy. Elvish was an old language, and she had really hoped that would work. Time to start going down the list she guessed. "[color=598527]Hail, mine name is Kathryn, dost thou speak halfling?[/color]" Very close to common, but she figured why not try it? Maybe they could only respond to some languages anyways? But her list was running out. 

	Kathryn took a deep breath, her use of old tongue was rather rough. But it was understandable to most. She hoped... "[color=598527]Hallo, mein Name ist Kathryn. Sprichst du die alte Sprache?[/color]" At first, there was nothing. Kathryn stood there not relaxed, but her hands were far from her weapons at this point. The list of people who spoke old tongue was rather limited, but damn she was low on options. Then, she froze. She swore to the gods she saw a reaction?! Maybe she imagined it? With a blink the figure may not have moved at all, locking eyes with it now she couldn't be sure what she saw was real or just her fear playing with her. Telling her she was unsafe and she needed to act. The shock held on her eyes for several moments before she realized, the figure still hadn't moved. "[color=598527]Gods dammit...[/color]" She let fear get the best of her. She had to stop doing that or else she would begin to lose her mind. "[color=598527]That's all I got Blackberry, wanna try draconic?[/color]" She asked far less tense now, and with a hint of defeat in her tone.