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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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[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Infamous Pear
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	Kosara seemed to take a lot of interest in Kathryn's explanation of family politics from back home. Apart of her wished she knew more off of the top of her head, or that she had time to share more. Her knowledge was limited to what she had learned by age 9, and what Ser Lucas had attempted to remember. Most of her own culture she learned in bars from drunken soldiers and workers late in the evening. Kathryn did take note to Victoria's behavior when talking about Music from Kosara's homeland. She thought it was odd at first, but the more she thought about it the more she realized that there was a conflict sometime back. Kathryn attempted to recall some of it, but most of what she did know came from stories of old veterans that Ser Lucas hung out with from time to time. In the moment of first hearing those stories she figured they were fictitious, but when recalling Victoria's mentioning of schooling she wondered if their bard was related to it. She seemed way too young for that though, and if rumors of the conflict were to be believed it had happened long before either of them were born. Unless Victoria was older then she looked?

	It seemed Kathryn wasn't the only one worried about their copy of the letter, more of the party stepped off stage to continue their own adventures for now. Kathryn worried about her own copy of the letter. Though it was authentic, it wasn't her letter. It had belonged to her now late mentor Ser Lucas. But as the Sheriff continued his inspection, she wasn't called out. [i]Yet[/i]. Either the letters were not as specific as was implied by the messenger, or the Sheriff may not have wanted to cause a scene here over it. Either way, it was a win for Kathryn. The tall warrior hadn't noticed how quiet things have gotten until she heard the commotion within the kitchen. Once it had settled a bit things continued with nothing else to distract from it. 

	Kathryn listened intently as the situation was explained to them. Missing people. A fair number of them, and those returning acting a lot more strange then expected. Kathryn wasn't sure what she expected when she accepted the invitation. Maybe something closer to a "Go here and stab these people" kind of mission, or another protection job. She leaned in while listening, her elbows resting on the table, and her head on her closed hands as she tried to pick up as much as she could. Despite the  concerns of the situation, she was thrilled, excited even for a chance of a real adventure. But this? It was something that would test all of her skills to accomplish. There were internal conflicts holding the good Sheriff back that contractors such as herself and the party would not face, conflicts that Kathryn wanted some clarification on but Marita had cleared up the bulk of them before Kathryn got the chance to ask them. She had to admire the headlong actions of the woman. This almost seemed like something she had experience in the way she was asking questions. Hugh had brought up additional question on both pay and the quest at hand. Many of which were questions Kathryn found useful but were ones she wouldn't even consider asking mostly as they would have never occurred to her to ask. She held an expression of both wonder and concern as this party took control of the situation around her. But she was starting to worry she was way out of her league, and thought back to Marita's comment of being dead weight to the party.

	Hearing talk of goblins had gotten Kathryn's attention rather well. Though her experience was limited, her castle forged steel blade had come across plenty of Goblins on her adventures. Given the chance, she could cleave her sword into a goblin the way a child would swing a large stick through some drapes. This was where Kathryn excelled rather well. With how things were looking her best bet was to not drag the party down too much outside of combat, and once in a battle situation unleash a hell upon her enemies in a way that proved her usefulness. Kosara did bring up the concern of those who were still missing, dragging Kathryn's thoughts back to the mission. Figuring out what happened to these people, and solving the problem. 

	Kathryn took a moment to think of things she needed before accepting the sheriff's offer. She looked down at her chainmailed body, taking note of the rust she had attempted to sand out several times. The armor was nearing the end of it's life when Kathryn first got it some time ago. Made of several pieces of armor, nicely patched together all things considering to form one set that fit her rather well. But there was only so much repairing and replacing of parts she could do to this old set before it wasn't able to keep up anymore. In that moment she took note of spots with visibly newer links then the rest of the armor, but of worse quality overall. Places she had patched herself after Ser Lucas had passed. "[color=598527]If this turned out to be something pretty major...[/color]" She broke contact from her chain mail and made eye contact with Sheriff Arbalest. "[color=598527]A good chance to rearm and re-equip myself would be much appreciated. If things turn out to be a rather normal situation then it wont be needed. But it would be rather helpful and if you're open to it we can work out specifics later based on how things go?[/color]" If nothing came of this, she gets some housing and food for a while. But much of her gear was at the end of it's life. Her family sword though it was well made wasn't made for nearly 15 years of constant use on top of whatever use her father put on it, and his father before him, and whoever had used it before them. Apart of her wondered if her father knew it was old enough to only serve limited use, and such why he normally left it hung up instead of wearing it on his side?