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[h2][color=598527][i][b]Kathryn Pyke[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=598527]Human, Battle Master, Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
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	The party had a new arrival that joined before the sheriff arrived. Jorlton Forpara, a magical gnome who claimed some wizarding magic. Kathryn with an understanding of magic that generally boiled down to "Magic is magic, some people just do it differently" So she had little reason to doubt the claims. Gnomes were also shorter then Kathryn had expected, though she wondered if that was a bias on her part as most people were shorter then her.

	Kosara was still all over Kathryn as if the tall woman was the most interesting thing to ever happen in her life. Though it appeared her Grandfather figure in her life was also pretty important to her, saved her life, and raised her from time to time. "[color=598527]Bigger then I? That is a sight to see. When this is all over I'd love to meet him![/color]" Kosara seemed to have a strong interest in Kathryn's noble heritage too. That was a bit more of a touchy subject to Kathryn, but she doubted that Kosara had any malice to worry about. "[color=598527]To keep it short, I don't know how it works here but back home most of those titles are inherited. They can be awarded or granted, but most are inherited. To get them awarded if you are not nobility, or if you are lesser nobility looking to rise up, you need to preform feats that can not be repaid in thanks in any other known or possible way.[/color]" She tried to think of an example she could use, but after a moment of thinking she held off. "[color=598527]I can tell you about some of it later if you'd like.[/color]" The only one she could think of would be her mentor Ser Lucas, but it was a bit more emotionally stressful then she wanted to deal with at the moment.

	A small woman came out soon enough and what Kathryn quickly noticed was how fast people got out of her way the same way many people stepped out of Kathryn's way to avoid being stepped on. Kathryn figured it must be a local reputation that others knew to be careful of. She came up to ask about orders and Kathryn had to think for a moment almost missing her chance to ask the woman for her order. "[color=598527]The pork pie sounds lovely. And some of those potatoes please! And if I could get some of those rye slices with beans and cheese that would be even better! Would it be possible to get some more beer?[/color]" It was a free meal, and Kathryn had missed a few recently on her travels due to timing issues and stock with a poor shelf life being the only things available on much of her travels. Kathryn took note of the other martial of the group leaving to find a privy, Leaving Kathryn as the main Martial and a few who could hold their own as a martial fighter such as Marita.

	It wasn't long after that when the organizer of this party arrived. An old man who reminded Kathryn of Ser Lucas very much so. The way he acted around the off duty guards, held a calm but demanding presence of the room as he walked though it, the fact that one could see his experience in scars and expression. The man was physically different in a lot of ways, but he seemed like he lived a very identical lifestyle as her former mentor. Kathryn did get her beer refilled by the man that followed up being the Sheriff so that was already a win. He asked about the letters they had received, and Kathryn hesitated. For all intents and purposes, the letter she had wasn't meant for her. It was meant for a man who had been buried in the ground for some time now.

	With much visible hesitation Kathryn reached towards her armpit and pulled out a long, thin leather pouch that had been hidden under the chain mail. Opening it up she pulled out the letter out of the pouch neatly folded. Though it had suffered some wear it was still in good condition. She placed the small pouch on her belt before handing the letter over to the man.