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[h2][color=6ecff6][i][b]Hugh Caphazath[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=6ecff6]Half-Elf, Monk (Way of Shadow), Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=6ecff6][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 24/24	[color=6ecff6][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 17	[color=6ecff6][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=6ecff6][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Honey Barn –> Hayloft Barn
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[color=6ecff6][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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The information regarding the silversmith was little… but hardly unexpected. That aside, boarded up within the past week? Coincidence? Possibly. But the timing just seemed to tickle his interest.  That avenue would bare some additional investigation if he had anything to say about it.

The rest of the group’s efforts to socially shmooze with Madame Marcie were either quite effective… or the latter was acting just as opportunistically in return. Between all the nonsense trivialities, it seemed that the Madame claimed to have no grudge and already offered options to settle the debt. Aside from that, there was little else to note.

Upon arriving at the loft, Hugh was pleasantly surprised to find that the structure was not a former stable, but instead merely hay storage. Overall, it appeared much tidier and more secure than he had been resigned to putting up with. Cecily’s mention of a “Mr. Fields” prompted him to utter, [color=6ecff6]“Fields? Isn’t that the guy we’re supposed to pass our loaned cart off to?”[/color] 

While Kathryn and the Tiefling set about attempting to comfort the child, he chose to join the Bard in scouting out and setting up his possible positions in the upper hayloft, an area he expected would be much safer if they ever had any surprise unwelcome visitors. Not to mention, it would be warmer than the lower floor.

After the Bard returned to the lower floor to inquire about funerary rites, Hugh settled on making his bed in the northern half of the upper loft, a secure position that should keep him nicely untargetable by arrows while sleeping. As an extra measure, he shoved and rolled a couple hay bales over and left a space between them, creating a cozy little makeshift shelter against both attacks and the cold. It was nothing fancy, but hopefully, it would be better than nothing if it came down to it.