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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]  Coach House Courtyard --> Coach House Taproom 
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	With the bits and pieces all set aside inside of the barrel, Kathryn felt assured that soon this whole mess would be behind them. Surely no more dead people would come to be creepy when Kathryn and Kosara burned them all to bits. That is at least the logic Kathryn's have burnt out mind could muster. Kathryn made no attempt to stop Kosara from digging through the corpse pieces. She would however, try her best to not be sick as she watched Kosara. On the plus side, Kosara seemed to have a better idea of what was going on with the dead people than Kathryn did. Though she still seemed inconclusive. Shame, but at least Kosara had better ideas than Kathryn. "[color=598527]Whatever be the cause its still weird. I don't trust them one bit.[/color]" But alas, Kathryn was ready to torch the bits and be done with it.

	That was until a sharp tone Kathryn hadn't heard before spoke up. Kathryn already had her dagger in her hand before the bird could finish its challenged sentence. Eyes wide, clearly a little jumpy, Kathryn locked eyes with the dagger prepped to launch. Seeing Victoria's bird and waiting for it to speak, Kathryn slowly lowered the dagger, and soon sank it back into her boot. Tired, confused, and attempting to process the situation, Kathryn sighed. There would be no barrel burnings yet. "[color=598527]I guess hot tea sounds rather nice...[/color]" Kathryn spoke exhausted and defeated. But hot tea did sound nice... Maybe something to nibble on too. A night of hard work without treats and snacks was difficult. Kosara and Victoria had won. Despite Kathryn's aversion to ransacking the dead, they both had a point. They may have clues, evidence, and other important bits of information. Or in Kosara's case, more loot. The bodies would have to wait. 

	"[color=598527]Yeah lets deal with the bodies later...[/color]" Kosara did bring up a good point on removing the bits from public eye just in case. So barrel by barrel Kathryn moved the bits back to the workers quarters. Only to trip up on the last barrel as she set it down inside the windowless room. Though she was able to save the barrel from tipping and spilling, she collapsed to a knee to have her cheek land on the bits on the top of the barrel. Reacting quick, Kathryn jumped up, ran out of the room into the court yard and began hacking and gagging reflexively as she gained distance. "[color=598527]Fuck fuck fuck fuck no no nu uh.[/color]" She mumbled as she calmed herself. Thankfully nothing came up, but she was still shaken. "[color=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/186855-avonshire-d-d-based-adventure/ic?page=44#598527]Lets just get inside...[/color]" Kathryn mumbled to Kosara as a couple small frozen specs were still stuck to her cheek. 

	In her half tired state, Kathryn hadn't adjusted herself to the doorway, and in retaliation for the wooden frame hitting her in the head as she entered she sharply replied with a fist hitting the frame, backed up with the words. "[color=598527]Dick Fucker.[/color]" She spoke as she continued walking in, and seemed to relax rubbing the sore spot on her head and grabbing a cup of tea. "[color=598527]Did we miss anything interesting?[/color]" Kathryn asked tired and defeated. To accompany this feeling, Kathryn went over to the barrel of brandy that had been recovered a bit ago, and poured herself a pint before setting it on the counter, looking at it, and decided what would go great with it, is a bottle of sweet red. Thankfully, she had one of those opened from a previous evening. A few sips from the red to get started, a plate full of some left over Morty bits, and a mug of brandy, and Kathryn was ready to take on the day! 

	Then she saw it, the sweet biscuits. "[color=598527]Ooooooh... those look good.[/color]" She said with a lot more energy than she had previously held. Nothing could stop Kathryn from getting her hands on treats. Shy of maybe someone rather sternly telling her no. "[color=598527]Hey BB is it cool if I have some of those?[/color]" Kathryn tried to ask in her best sweet innocent lass tone. And to her excitement, the dragonborn said yes! "[color=598527]THANKS![/color]" Kathryn spoke up and took 3 long steps to get to the tray, shoved one in her mouth, chewed twice, and shoved another in her mouth. The biggest grin on her face, comparable to a child in a candy store being told she was allowed free reign of the sweets. With a third treat in hand, and the first two barely chewed, she stopped, looked around rather shamefully, and sat herself down. Slowing her excited chewing pace she finished until she swallowed and meekly spoke up. "[color=598527]...sorry...[/color]" She said the shyness winning over. To wash down her shame she began drinking down the brandy. Nothing cured awkwardness and guilt more than booze! 

	Kathryn with her array of drinks, Morty bits she snacked on, and buzzed enough to be ready to nap Kathryn spoke up again. "[color=598527]By chance, do we have any easy to make food still left? Soup? Stew?[/color]" Kathryn figured that making drinking when she was tired after a long night of work with no food in her system outside of Morty was a bit of a risk. To prevent more trouble like previously, she figured she should address that. "[color=598527]Also, Victoria, were you able to translate that letter at all? Anything we gotta worry about from the Barrel Brigade?[/color]" Kathryn spoke with a toothy smile as if she had delivered the best joke.