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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:N/A[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Bob and Niel's Public House
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Accidental Assault
[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	Kathryn at this point was pretty certain she had made friends with the locals. Though tonight was a bit less productive then she would have liked, she hoped that at the very least she was able to make things smoother during the rest of the investigation. "[color=598527]Aye, a rather strait forward job. But it pays the bills.[/color]" Kathryn replied Lawrence on his comment about her work. "[color=598527]Let me tell ya, I appreciate any help you can offer.[/color]" He seemed to put together the dots about herself, her new group, and the liberation of the win cart. As he praised her, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt. They were too late to stop a body count. Kathryn accepted the wine with a smile on her face. She didn't want praise for the job. She saved booze, let her companion take a hit she didn't need to, and left with little remains of the man to be buried. Even now, her investigation had leaned away from being helpful. She hoped for better things as the night went on, but she had to step up her game in the following days. Kathryn gave a thanks to those who cheered, shook hands with those who came up gracefully, and was polite about the whole thing despite her thoughts on the situation.  

	It seemed Curly had an identical thought on wine as Kathryn did. Though Kathryn would drink the offering, wine of any kind was far from her favorite. "[color=598527]Ya sure you wanna do this mate?[/color]" But Curly had made up his mind, he wanted to win his free beer. Kathryn figured the way the night had gone both ways were a win. If he won, she'd likely be able to get these men to spill the beans about anything going on in town here. If she won, free beer. Kathryn removed her steel gauntlet again placing it on the table next to her wine. 

	The two locked hands and locked eyes. This time Kathryn double checked to make sure she was well positioned, she braced herself better then last time. And this time she made sure not to underestimate her opponent. She figured to knock him out of the match quick to avoid any sudden surprises. Normally she'd like a chance to wear down her opponents and catch them off guard, but now she had been drinking, a lot. And Curly had shown to be a rather powerful threat. The two gave a brief nod to each other and began. Curly's arm buckled under Kathryn's sudden display of vigor and athleticism. His elbow did not slip. His chair did not wobble. Curly's arm slammed down on the table in such a way that jerked him fully out of his chair, hitting the floor so hard it rattled his now empty mug off of the side, to clock him soundly on the side of his head. Wobbly and confused, he rose and managed to get out the words, [color=darkgray]"I take my tea with milk, thank you,"[/color] before sitting heavily back into his chair, cross eyed. Maurice covers his losses by slapping coins on the table.

	Soon after Curly hit the floor Kathryn had both of her hands up to her face as if to hide her embarrassment. "[color=598527]I'm. So sorry.[/color]" She spoke as if she had suddenly sobered up. Kathryn wasn't sure anyone heard it as soon after the man had asked for milk with his tea the crowd that had showed up to watch began to cheer. Nothing to keep people happy and entertained like a grown man getting knocked out cold. Kathryn rushed her steel gauntlet back on and snacked the coins from the table. "[color=598527]I'll be... right back.[/color]" And she rushed her way back towards the bar trying to grab Roberts attention. "[color=598527]Beer.[/color]" She said in a semi panicked voice. "[color=598527]Please...[/color]" She spoke again after a bit of hesitation. This would likely have to be her last one for the night. Though she was not shy of getting into fights, she didn't particularly enjoy knocking out civilians for the hell of it. Given a moment to calm down, she'd check with the lot of them on the way out tonight. "[color=598527]Make it two. One for me and one for the lad who just kissed the floor.[/color]"