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[h3][center][color=green]Katherine Lindall-Fiore[/color][/center][/h3]
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Katherine had no problems for the most part.  Her natural ability to see in the dark was a boon in this case.  Well, should be.  She was use to the life of dirt, grime and squalor but times have changed greatly.  She'd been living the noble life for the better part of eight years.  Still though, the dirt walls didn't seem to be... What one might consider stable.  She was no engineer, but she had learned quite a few thing over the years.  It didn't matter too much to her as long as she didn't get squished under them.  Soon enough, she came upon an interesting sight.  It was a boy.  [color=green]"What a sad little piece of history."[/color]  The idea of wings, well with this case wing, seemed to clash with what she would have expected in this place.  At first she would have considered that only she'd have seen things like Tieflings or kobolds down here, but this was outside of her expectations.  [color=green]"Guess she wasn't wrong when she said it was a bit rough down here."[/color]

Her initial thought was to walk past the body but she stopped in front of the boy for some reason as she was about to pass to the rightward passage.  Her body was telling her that he was similar to her.  An Aasimar, if she had to gander a guess at it. She had a rather annoying feeling in her gut.  One that told her to just keep walking and contradictory also told her to try and help the little unfortunate being.  Perhaps she felt a bit of kinship for the as, aside herself, he was the first of her kind she had encountered though by her account, he seemed to lack some of the... Dreaded fiendish hints she had but, nonetheless, she moved to get a closer look at the boy.  [color=green]"I would say you've lived the charmed life, but you current circumstances lead me to believe otherwise."[/color]  

He was pinned to the wall good, but nothing Katherine couldn't remove with a measily amount of her flimsy strength.  She struggled a bit with him as she set him in a sitting position on the floor.  He seemed damaged.  Luckily she had since childhood been able to heal small wounds.  Paper cuts and the like.  She placed her hand against the boy's chest and channeled some of her innate power, slightly healing him.  After she used whatever power she had, she checked on the boy's condition of whether he was alive or not.  He seemed dead enough earlier...  Still, she might just carry him back to town either way.  [color=green]"What sort of messes do I involve myself in?  I should have just walked on by, but here I am.  Such an annoying whim I feel today."[/color]  She muttered to herself.

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The boy (if alive) heals for one point of damage.
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/12080]8[/url] Medicine check on the boy's condition.
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