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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
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[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 had a lot to process. She had accidentally sent curly into the floor with a mini coma, she found herself face to face with Robert the barkeep who at this point he was less then pleasant to deal with. Then? Some strange man had come up to her. Not directly, ordering a drink first, then Initiating a conversation as a rapid followup. Kathryn chuckled briefly taking a sip of her drink. "[color=598527]Smooth transition Mate[/color]" She chuckled a bit more before realizing she spoke out loud. "[color=598527]Aye 'pologies about that. Had a few tah drink an' me thoughts are a wee bit un focused.[/color]" She spoke in a bit of an embarrassed tone. At this point in the night giving up all efforts to keep her accent subtle. Though with how long she has been in the region and those around it her accent was starting to sound like a mix of both local and her former home. "[color=598527]BUt uh... yeah. Curly will be feelin' that for some time. Technically he's supposed tah give me a free beer for it, but I feel a wee bit bad about how hard he came down. I just thought that... Ya know... He wouldn't crash like a sack of bricks ya know?[/color]" What caught Kathryn off guard was her first lead that had stuck for the night. She was instantly regretting the amount of alcohol in her system but the shock of it was rather sobering. "[color=598527]Ya don't say? Looking for a mate...[/color]"

	While distracted by her own thoughts Curly stood up screaming about... Sprinkles?! Kathryn grabbed her newly purchased beers and lifted them up. "[color=598527]Wait wait wait![/color]" She spilled a bit more than intended trying to get the man's attention, but he was damn determined in his traumatic head injured state to go and make those sprinkles. The rest of the laborers were soon gone afterwards. "[color=598527]Fuckin'... Balls.[/color]" Kathryn would do what she could to catch up tot he trio and try to make up the night to poor curly after what happened. In the mean time she sat down with her free beer, and Curly's pity beer. Returning to her seat she turned to face the new figure again. Getting a read on him was hard, either she wasn't as much of a people person as she thought, or she had way too much to drink. "[color=598527]Sorry about that... Uh... Crazy night. You said you knew someone who went missing? I'm not a local personally, but I was hired to help out some locals. There's a bit of a goblin problem going on, and after seeing some of the brutalities today, I am suspicious in their involvement with some other disappearances. Maybe they're related?[/color]" Though the elf had already ordered Kathryn had a spare beer now, so she passed the spare one towards the Rickard. Roberts came over to drop off their drinks, including the wine offered by Lawrence. "[color=598527]Thank you very much.[/color]" She turned back towards Rickard. "[color=598527]As Robert's here has said, da name's Kathryn Pyke. Ser or Lady Kathryn Pyke, at your service.[/color]" She paused, still deciding how professional to keep things in this conversation.

	After taking a sip of her wine she faced him again. "[color=598527]But ya can just call me Kathryn. And I get what you mean about no one seeming to know anything.[/color]" And she gave a less them subtle look over at Roberts. The man had been extremely resistant with giving her information. "[color=598527]But maybe we can help each other a bit? Pool the collective information and see what we got?[/color]" She paused again, realizing she forgot something. "[color=598527]Oh my bad, I didn't ask. What shall I call you?[/color]"