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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 21/ 21	[color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)	[color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color]Hayloft
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[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	[color=f7941d]“Yeah, I’d prefer to not take the last watch. I’d take first if possible.[/color]” Kosara piped up with a smile, pulling her journal from her bag.”[color=f7941d] I’ve got a lot of things to write that I hadn’t in the last few days due the general situation and happenings. I need to catch up on them.”[/color] She explained merrily. She had to write down the Pear inn, the meeting with the law and everything that transpired between then and their arrival here in the hayloft! Especially about their heroic defeat of the goblins that also had a coffin goblin that might well be a new tactic of the sneaky green menace. They had to document it!

	[color=f7941d]“I agree, let’s go check up on them in the morning!”[/color] She stated with a smile, noting Kathryn concerns for their hosts. The two womenfolk that were left without their male family member were in a vulnerable position. Especially if there were evil ploys at play! The teifling was already planning all manners if mean vengeance for all evil doers in the town. Like burying them till their neck in the sand! Wait there wasn’t enough sand here… maybe by the river? Or she could just repeatedly kick them between the legs. Apparently that hurt a lot or so the experiments and first hand experience in kicking people there told her.[color=f7941d]” It is suspicious now that you mentioned it indeed.”[/color]

	[color=f7941d]“Ohh no no, V, you misunderstood me! You can protect yourself well, I saw that in the forest. I meant that we should be well on guard and turn ANY attempted evil ploy onto the enemy! If they try to attack you, we should capture them with utmost prejudice and then make them tell us all the secrets of the secret conspiracy! Least even if you do know how to defend yourself if they employ underhanded evil means, nobody can say what will happen. So we display vigilance and be very mean when we get them!”[/color] Kosara stated with a huge grin.[color=f7941d]” I can’t quite use grandpa’s means to extort secrets, but he did say that if you keep stepping on their shins while they are down, eventually they will sing and also be unable to walk! He also was the one who advised kicks between the legs for people who accost women as an easy and effective means of punishment that do not pose danger to their lives. He was very specific that endangering lives was very grave thing to do and should be handled with care and caution.”[/color]

	[color=f7941d]“Alright,V , have a good rest. I will make sure to keep the brazier going!”[/color] She told the bard who promptly went to get her beauty sleep. Kosara was much in agreement, but she was used to going a bit later to bed if she had to. In the oasis one had to work till well into the night. The nights were usually busier than the days anyways.

	With that Kosara more or less turned her attention on writing her grand tales of adventure and exploring into her journal while occasionally drawing a sketch or two in her rather amateur way. She wasn’t a drawing artist, so her sketches were very rough and not always precise, but she always liked them. They were enough to imply what had happened or what she had seen. Like the bandit pear form that one sign. That one actually turned very true to the original for some reason. Totally not because of it’s simple shape or anything. So once she was done with writing she was left with little else to do, so she spend it trying to figure out how to get Kathryn out of her armor and see the muscles underneath. When brainstorming ideas about something you were passionate about time flowed quickly and eventually as the next person for the watch was in turn she left it to them to be wary and in the company of Morty while she cuddled inside her bedroll, her long white braid the only thing that mostly made it’s way out of her bedroll.