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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] Coach House
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[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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There were the sounds of rummaging through cupboards and shifting things across shelves from the kitchen before BlackBerry then proudly declared, [color=00aeef]"Ah ha! found the buggers."[/color] He shortly appeared from the kitchen proudly carrying a small plate of treats. Setting it down on the table he said, [color=00aeef]"Nothing too fanciful mind. But they are still delightful if I do say so myself."[/color]

There were a dozen or so of the simple oat biscuits, no wider than the length of ones pinkie finger, and each delightfully toped with a bit of dried fruit pressed and baked in the middle. Sat in the middle of the table alongside the cups and pot of tea the spread looked quite homely.

Reclaiming his seat, BlackBerry took a healthy spoonful of honey to have with his tea, thanking Victoria and then took a sip. He closed his eyes to savour the wonderful tea and let it warm up whatever parts of him were still frozen from the nights work. Gods, he needed that. Not one to ignore a sweet treat, especially not of his own making, BlackBerry then helped himself to one of the biscuits.

[color=00aeef]"Yes, yes, of course Lizbeth. Though stay in here, do lets. I fear the upstairs will still be frightfully cold."[/color] He replied once finishing the biscuit. Had the chairs always been this comfortable? A yawn forced a pause in the sentence. [color=00aeef]"I do say I could do with some shut eye before, myself. This tea is very nice indeed, Victoria, thank you."[/color]

Resting back in his chair, still with teacup in hand to enjoy to sweet aroma of the hot drink, he could feel his eye lids starting fall. But there was still at least one more task to finish before he would let himself enjoy the promised well earned rest. But he could also see the look Victoria and knew with a guilty twist in his stomach would have to face the music soon enough. He waited for a moment for Lizbeth to be looking down at her mug before his shot Victoria an apologetic half smile and mouthed 'later'.

[color=00aeef]"Though it may be needless to say the wretters are litter, the litterin are letters, the...the...good gracious me. Pardon me while I put my teeth back in."[/color] He rallied himself with a deep breath. [color=00aeef]"The letter. Draconic Writing. Spoken Abyssal. There, good grief that was hard work."[/color] Collapsing backwards again after spending the last shreds of energy he still continued.[color=00aeef]"We shall let the other two know when they get back in, and then decide upon our next action only after we are all rested. We have 'Adequate Time' after all so no reason to rush things. Speaking of the other two, where are they? Perhaps the pair have fallen asleep somewhere? Lady Kathryn did look to be two paces away from collapsing, poor thing."[/color]

In the resulting quiet he took another drink of his tea and gazed down into its black surface. It seemed an appropriate colour, black and featureless, like a stained looking glass reflecting a calm and quaint scene of them all enjoying hot tea and biscuits in feverish denying spite of what the letter contained.