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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 04, Barbarian, Level 01[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 34/ 34 [color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)      [color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard - Tasting Room 
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[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
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	[color=f7941d]“Eeeep!”[/color] Kosara let out a squeeky happy sound as she was scooped up and casually allowed to occupy Kathryn’s shoulder like she had been a child again and her gramps at the tavern back home was carrying her around much to everybody’s amusement. Yes Kosara had an affinity to being carried up high, blame it on big people carrying her around as a child… or maybe blame it on a horned golden dragon horse that carried her around in her earliest memories. Whichever the case was the reason, one thing was certain! Kosara and being carried high was a combination that wasn’t going to go out of style with the pale tiefling anytime soon! Best part of the whole thing?[color=f7941d][i]’ Kathryn’s not wearing stiff uncomfortable armor!’ [/i][/color]Yes priorities were a thing indeed and Kosara had hers in order. In any case, she just gave everybody who turned to look at their schenanigans a big happy wave.

	On the matter of a certain non-noble man with possible ideas of grandeur and his overt not too subtle attempts at snubbing and demeaning by word play and name calling, he probably should have best considered himself quite lucky. History had proven that Kosara was a poor example of inhibitions and word filter was the least of things she was lacking when the situation called for it. As that event back in Avonshire that now seemed like a lifetime away proved, the white lady was not above kicking with her full force men between the legs when they were being assholes. Admittedly it was quite possible that just as well she might have confused the situation more by pointing out that sulfur was not present at the wine tasting and probably called his senses of smell into question. Again with Kosara one could never really know how it would go. She did give a bit of a pout when she was put down though.
	
	With the party… if this could be called a party of course. She wasn’t sure if a wine tasting event counted as one. Maybe it did for these weird northerners and their curious and bizarre culture? In any case with the event hitting a bit of a rest point where nothing much was happening, Kosara was just taking the chance to wander the area, try some of the offered fruits, check what else was around to try and of course just skip around the place. She didn’t exactly interact with people much, aside some simple greetings as she moved about the place, but this was a good event to write about  so she was trying very hard to memorize the sights of the people and their inter-mingling so she could put it in words and maybe a rough sketch next time she wrote in her journal.

	As the matters turned, Cecily called for another toast after trying some time. This one was a different sort of brew. Much more aged by the looks of it. Honigblume…[color=f7941d]” Funny name.”[/color] Kosara let out a chuckle as she had taken herself a glass and gave it a try with the others after joining in with the toast. That said an unexpected jump from Kathryn followed by the woman giggling like a loon, had the tiefling glance and narrow her eyes at her[color=f7941d].” Do you require some magical restoration to set your head right?”[/color] Kosara asked with a deceptively sweet and testing voice.

	[color=f7941d]“I have tried them yes, however I lack the trained tastes to appreciate them as some would.”[/color] Kosara replied with a shrug.[color=f7941d]” I’ve always drank more beer than other alcohol. And no, thank you. I’m not drinking more then needed.”[/color] She replied calmly.[color=f7941d]” It is however quite the drink, I will admit that. No beer I’ve tasted quite compares in virtue of simple taste. Very sweet though... I need something sour now.”[/color]