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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 -> Coach House -> Mummy Hill again (there and back again)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Animal Handling (12)
[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] 5/5

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When Victoria went to peel a layer of clothing from one of the Attendant Guests BlackBerry stuck out his tongue, and wrinkled his nose in clear disgust. Granted, it probably made no difference to the Guest themselves but he could hear years of filthy stickiness fighting to keep the fabric in its grasp. The only saving grace in this moment was that Victoria chose to magic the fabric clean with her trusty Prestidigitation. Sadly, that did not extend to help the faint smell wafting from the stripped Guest.

[color=00aeef]"Gods. They do remind one of an onion, do they not?"[/color]

He did trust Victoria's assessment though that for all the Guests smiling and standing, they were just puppets. Nothing more intelligent than lumps of very, very expired flash made to prance about to do their masters bidding. But then who was pulling the strings?

He could feel the headache he sensed earlier now finally arriving. Wiping his face BlackBerry came to fully understand how tired he was, but a look towards Lady Kathryn made him realise he could be feeling a whole lot worse; the knight looked nearly dead on her feet. He tucked his arm back under the poncho in an effort to reclaim any shred of heat he could. Alongside Lady Kathryn he waited with baited breath as she reeled off a few languages at their Guests without being granted even a hint of a reaction. At her suggestion he nodded and stepped up to the largest figure.

In Draconic he spoke. [color=00aeef]"Alright. Morning, Name's BlackBerry. Not trying to be rude but who am I actually speaking to?"[/color] The Guest didn't move or even so much as move a single rotten muscle. Despite feeling a bit foolish BlackBerry continued. [color=00aeef]"Hello? Is there something else you're wanting to do or can you just...leave?"[/color]

No reaction. Pinching his chin he then wondered if maybe Undercommon might do it. He had heard from the adventurer who taught him that Undercommon was used more by the subterranean people, and corpses were supposed to be underground.

[color=00aeef]"Hello. My name is BlackBerry."[/color] His Undercommon speech was markedly slower, and for a few moments he paused to try and figure out the words. It had been a while since he had last needed. [color=00aeef]"Why are you here? Can you leave?"[/color]

Again no reaction.

Clicking his tongue in frustration he addressed Lady Kathryn, in common once again. [color=00aeef]"This is ridiculous."[/color]

Looking back at the estate it was all calm and quite....for now. If more people turned up and the corpses were still here it could really cause some panic. A part of him sitting on his shoulder suggested following Victoria's lead and just leaving the Guests to their own devices. If they were really puppets and had done all they needed to then they weren't any harm. But they were clearly the result of necromancy, and even BlackBerry after the exciting events of last month and being around...Morty, still had the inbuilt sense of dread and disgust at the mere suggestion of the act.

[color=00aeef]"Oh."[/color] He stared at the sky hoping one of the gods would give him the strength he so sorely needed at this moment. [color=00aeef]"Oh, hang it all. A pox on this damn thing and all."[/color] BlackBerry instinctively flinched hunching his shoulders over his ears after uttering the curse. Somethings habits just never died. [color=00aeef]"Well...well, well well. We can not simply leave our Guests out here in the cold, or in sight of decent company now can we?."[/color]

[color=00aeef]Oh yes we could.[/color] Said that part of him again which longed to be inside with a warm drink and his feet up by the fire. [color=00aeef]We very much could.[/color]

It was unfortunate the Victoria had already excused herself from the situation, and even more unfortunate she had taken Morty and his wagon with her. He trusted Victoria's judgement on the matter of the Guests, she was the resident expert of the group after all on such matters, but he doubted Madame L'Rose would be willing to see it that way. Better safe than sorry after all.

[color=00aeef]"Come. Let us get Old Boy and bring our Guests inside. We have plenty of room and better to keep an eye on them until..."[/color] He waved his hand in the air, fishing for an idea of how to end the thought. [color=00aeef]"Until we figure out what is to be done with them."[/color]

With that he stomped his way back to the coach house but refrained from going in side so as to not disturb Victoria from her own work trying to translate the letter. With any luck by the time he once again returned, and put away the Guests somewhere secure and out of sight, Victoria would have finished translating the letter and greet them all with the answers to all their questions.
 But a little flag was waving as his mind turned back to the letter written in that old script, a bell in his mind rang with warning dread. He ignored it as just another sign he was tired. The letter had been delivered by undead that had seemingly just appeared in the middle of the night, if he had any other feeling than dread he wouldn't have been in his right mind.

With that reassuring thought keeping him energised, BlackBerry got to work setting the wagon up and convincing Old Boy crawl away from his comfy stable for one last task. The Mule was not stupid however, and only stopped trying to bite after BlackBerry promised him all the sugar cubes and tasty fruit he wanted for the next three months.

[color=00aeef]"And there we are."[/color] BlackBerry proclaimed with the last of his enthusiasm when he returned to the hill with Old Boy and the wagon. [color=00aeef]"Let us get them all loaded and back to the Coach house."[/color]