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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 --> Coach 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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	Communication was going nowhere. Well, verbal wasn't. She was however hoping that Victoria's studies back at the couch house could get them some decent results. It was more magic Kathryn didn't understand, but if Victoria could get some answers all the better. She hated how little she felt she could assist. Most of her skills were physical, and right now the most physical thing she could do was to be in the way incase shit kicked off. Kathryn did however tense up as Victoria stepped around her, but with the new ball of bacon acting as a shield for Victoria, Kathryn held steady. Ready to react, but leaving room for the bard to work her skills and magic. "[color=598527]Victoria, what are you doing?[/color]" Kathryn asked a little unsettled as V began to strip the undead dude. A thought did cross her mind. These were not the first undead they have met on the property, and they were here and present, and standing. The corpses from the cellar were determined to be like them just... not awake. As Victoria cleaned off the bit of cloth with magic, Kathryn thought of bringing up the idea of snapping the neck of one of the undead so that way they could communicate with it again using her magic. Opening her mouth to speak, she stopped herself. Victoria could hear and see through her companions, what is to day that whoever gave orders to this lot couldn't do the same? Sure Kat wasn't sure on all the rules, but bringing up snapping a dude's neck in front of them right before doing so never seemed to work out. So she held her tongue, and took a swig from her waterskin to help calm herself down. The brandy was still as good as ever, though when drinking she realized that over the course of the night she had emptied the liquid container. "[color=598527]son of a cock fucker...[/color]" Kathryn mumbled as she put the water skin away. As Victoria left Kathryn felt realized she should have asked the bard if they were puppets like what she employed. Creatures she could listen through and control, or just give orders too. Victoria would know far better than she would in that matter. When the group all met up again Kathryn made it a point to make sure she asked. 

	Kathryn watched with hope, then disappointment as Blackberry's attempts at communication had failed. She should have expected as much, but hopefully when Victoria translated the note they would be able to learn something useful. Maybe even set up proper communications! "[color=598527]We tried, we gotta keep trying though.[/color]" Kathryn spoke up to Blackberry. "[color=598527]You're right though. We can't leave them here. It looks... suspicious as all hells.[/color]" Kathryn said concerned. She was terrified of causing a panic. She was also worried of a fight breaking out. Sure she could muster up the strength if she needed, but she wasn't so sure that if she laid down on the snow and mud that she would be able to get back up before taking a power nap. When Blackberry went off to get old boy and the wagon, Kathryn stayed behind to make sure that someone was watching over the dead dudes, and that it wasn't Kosara. She had gotten pretty spooked, and Kathryn didn't want to leave her alone with the beings that spooked her. "[color=598527]Are you doing okay?[/color]" Kathryn asked the small tiefling woman while keeping herself between the small woman and the dead people. 

	When Blackberry had returned with the wagon, Kathryn sighed with relief. They were soooo close to done. SO damn close. Once the wagon came up, Kathryn found herself unsure how to proceed. Did she toss them in like cargo? Or did she set them in carefully as if they were passengers? She opted for something in between. Laying each dead man down one at a time trying her best not to have them lay on each other too much. Lift, set, lift, set. Though they overlapped a little she figured it was better than tossing them like a sack of potatoes all on top of each other. It was when she set down the last one that something had clicked. They were familiar. They were familiar to a concerning degree. That sort when you see someone or something in passing, but didn't really know what it meant. These people were different from her dream, but their attire wasn't too far off. They were damn fucking close to her dream. Only these figures weren't military. They were civilian. Or some government officials. But for a group of people she had never met before... how did she dream of something so real? Something that was real before seeing it before?! Maybe she had when she was little, learning kingdoms and noble houses, but why would that come up now of all times?! And right before these fuckers came up. 

	Kathryn hadn't realized she had been standing still and staring until she noticed the wagon returning to the coach house. she picked up her pace again, but she was currently slower than a pack mule tugging a full wagon of cargo. What she also found odd about them, is that they were practically skin and bones. All the bulk they could see was likely just clothing padded on layer by layer. Was this done to hide stuff in their clothes? To hide how skinny they actually were? To make them look bigger than they actually were? She couldn't be so sure. Once returned to the coach house Kathryn spoke up to Blackberry "[color=598527]Be right back. I need something...[/color]" She spoke up before running into the tap room, grabbing some more of the brandy, and waving to Victoria and Lizbeth. "[color=598527]We're putting out guests in the workers room. Then we gotta talk.[/color]" She said in a hurry as she ran back to the wagon and unloaded the dead dudes into the workers quarters outside the former inn. Taking more than a couple sips from the brandy, she looked at the final dead guy inside the wagon as they were unloaded. The biggest one. "[color=598527]Want some?[/color]" She said pouring her reused bottle a bit down his open mouth before taking another swig herself, and closing the bottle. Then tossing the big guy in with his room mates before closing off the doorway with any debris she could find to seal the doorway.