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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]
[color=598527][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 31 / 31	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Infamous Pear
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	It seems everyone who wanted to make an additional request had. Things ranged from modest things like Naivara's request for things that belonged to the woods, and towards magical items as requested by Hugh. Kathryn couldn't claim to be an expert of either, having minimal understanding of things magical, and herself not being sure what objects that would be that belonged to the forest. But she was excited to see where this mixed party from countless backgrounds would go. Kathryn herself hadn't had much in terms of a group of people to spend her days with. It was almost entirely Ser Lucas, his drinking buddies, and the women that he would drop her off with from time to time when he took jobs that taking herself along weren't too practical. She did take note of Victoria's comment about random acts of kindness. "[color=598527]I know how shocking? It'd be insane should something like that happen.[/color]" Kathryn piped back in a joking tone.

	It seemed her request would be granted though. A chance to update and properly replace a lot of her gear. No more cleaning rust off her person, no more chain links locking together until they snap, a chance to properly retire her family sword before it's wear and tear finally broke it. Though she did lack any formal location to keep it. No family mantel, no graves she could rest it on safely, but she could wrap it up until some time she could. She was tempted to rest it on Ser Lucas's grave, but she didn't trust a few of the locals enough to leave a sword of castle forged steel alone on a grave. And she'd rather not get into conflict with the local law of the inn she was calling home. The sheriff continued with everyone else's requests, only stopped by a sound that could only be described as Blunt Force Trauma. Kathryn's first instinct when hearing this was to stand up both of her hands reaching towards the handles of her axes, but stopping once she realized it wasn't things turning for the worst. She sat down slowly hoping that the others were too distracted by the commotion to notice her. On the plus side, food was on it's way out. Pork Pie, Potatoes, Rye slices with beans and cheese, and beer. She tore into her food at a pace that implied if she stopped for whatever reason she wouldn't be allowed to finish her food. Stopping only to sip her own beer.

	She got the attention of warm tea but cold everything else tonight. That was fine for her but it was a good thing to note. Kosara attempted to keep the conversation going and help form some personal bonds within the party. Kathryn spoke while finishing up her current bites of food. "[color=598527]I can understand liking music. Can't say there is too much to say about me. Left home at a young age, traveled a lot, I enjoy beer and parties and fighting. Can't say there's much more interesting outside of that.[/color]" What did catch Kathryn's attention through her annihilation of dinner was a comment made about the letters. [i]There were only three letters sent out.[/i] Seeing as double that were turned in, Kathryn's mind turned towards suspicion. And u[on hearing this she stopped attacking her food and froze. She wondered about her own letter, and wondered about the others at the table. She sat back, her hands casually going down below the table, resting again on the hilts of her axes. Was this another trap? And if so who was in on it? She debated who she could take at the table. All in all she stood no chance against the whole table, but she believed if she could force any one member of the party into a one on one melee she'd have the advantage. In Martial prowess Marita looked like she could have put up a decent fight. Hugh too maybe. But if kept to a strait on Melee Kathryn hoped she held the advantage.

	Kathryn was thinking up a strategy of how she would handle the situation at hand when Marita spoke. Zone of truth. And back to the letters we go. Marita explained her side first, then Hugh. Though Hugh's was more of him passing his own breaking point. Kathryn couldn't blame him, she wasn't far off herself. He was pissed, very pissed. Reasonably so. He did attempt to add to the mystery and to try and clear it up. What did surprise Kathryn was how he didn't immediately put any mistrust on the group itself. Was that an issue she had? That when things started to turn south she mistrusted those closest? She calmed herself slowly letting go of her axes again. That was twice in a short period of time she was ready to fight her way out. She took another sip of her beer to try and calm her nerves. She wondered for a moment how many she was on at the moment but in the chaos of things she couldn't be sure. Three? Four? She figured between that and a good meal she was still well within her own tolerance. Hugh did make use of his rant though, he formed a good starting point. The letters were a great thing to look at, something was clearly up with them.

	Though Hugh had a point about Marita's sudden display of magic on her allies, Kathryn felt Marita was still in the right trying to clear things up as soon as possible. Kathryn stood up holding her beer as if it was the most important object in the room. "[color=598527]The letter I got isn't mine. It was never met for me. And if things had been just slightly different I likely would have never known about it's existence.[/color]" She took a sip of her beer to help calm herself down. "[color=598527]It was originally meant for my mentor Ser Lucas, who had passed a couple months before it's arrival. Likely the sender not knowing he had already been buried in the ground. Having never taken a real quest of my own outside some simple guard duties I wanted a chance to prove myself, and as Ser Lucas's ward I convinced the messenger to give me the letter and decided to follow it.[/color]" She chuckled a bit struggling talking about the past few months. "[color=598527]If I am being completely honest I was expecting to be kicked out the moment the sheriff showed up. My guess is he's desperate enough to just go with what he has. Or as Hugh suspects, he's not in his own best mind at the moment. Either way, here I am![/color]" She spoke the last sentence with a bit of musical tone to it. "[color=598527]Stolen letter from the dead man that raised me![/color]" She downed the rest of her beer in several long gulps and looked into it once it was gone. "[color=598527]foehckin 'ell, de beer is gahne[/color]" She spoke with her accent heavy before sitting back down in her chair. "[color=598527]Marita.[/color]" She spoke with her eyes still locked on the empty cup of beer. "[color=598527]Your intentions were good, but trust is a two way street. Can I trust you to not do that again?[/color]" She looked up from her empty cup to lock eyes with Marita.