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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] Silver Smith
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Helping!
[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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	To Kathryn's surprise the man's attempts to chase off the Duo using peer pressure had back fired as Kosara seemed to lack any ability to be socially pressured in the negative at all. Had Kathryn been alone she might have caved, With Kosara? Things turned out better. As well, Kathryn wouldn't have to debate breaking and entering. Though that was something she considered, she didn't think of that as an idea she could commit too. Maybe if she had some [b]Solid[/b] justification and/or extremely drunk she might do it. Even then, she'd need to pretty close to seeing someone get dragged in, or hear a scream inside to consider something like that. 

	Kathryn took a step back to let the door open. The door sounded fortified the way it was being unlocked now. Something she'd hear as if unbarring a sally port to a castle. Kathryn entered first, should this turn into a fight she figured she could take a hit better than Kosara, and if things turned into a fight Kathryn wanted to be able to strike fast and hard. Than she heard it, the mention of a crossbow. She was familiar enough with them. They could hit hard though, and many times didn't give a shit what kind of armor you were wearing. She was semi confident she could take a bolt (With regrets and pain) and still fight, so she had that assurance should this strange man decide to pull something. Kathryn listened to the condition of their entry, a ring to place on their tongues. Seemed simple enough. A quick inspection showed it to be fine. But looking at the man? She wondered if he had all of his marbles in place, or if he knew something they didn't. Maybe it was the light, the short but sharp tones, but she couldn't get a read on the man. For all she knew he could be some high priest getting ready to give a sermon. With a cross bow and rings. Though she figured someone somewhere likely did practice their religion like this, and figured it was best not to mock things just in case. Kathryn wondered if being in a silver smith's if the ring itself was silver? She figured likely but wasn't sure from looking at it.

	Kathryn took the briefest of moments to inspect the place, noticing the mix of weapons though none seemingly on display. Though in the dim light they do seem well made. The man appeared to have been staying here for some time as well. Was he planning on sleeping here the whole festival? Boarded up place, fortress door, assorted weapons, and locked up the busiest week of likely the whole year? If she had to take a guess, between the man's suspicious behaviors and the crossbow currently pointed at her chest she figured something had him spooked. She snapped back to reality when he spoke up again. "[color=598527]Okay okay, we're going. Let's keep the bloodshed to none please.[/color]" Kathryn said in her most serious tone, dropping the act of increasing the pitch of her voice to sound smaller and friendlier. 

	Kathryn slowly reached for the ring before sticking out her tongue and putting the ring on it. She made sure to stand just out of the way enough so that Kosara could see what was going on, and to keep herself in front still so if action did kick off she would be in the best position to react. She then spoke with her tongue sticking out of her mouth. "[color=598527]'ee? ong 'ongue. Ahh ey?[/color]" She attempted to speak serious again, though looking down with her tongue sticking out was rather hard to pull that off. Kathryn hoped this man had some answers. Maybe something even relevant to their case. Maybe even a chance to kick things off int he right direction. Or at least she wouldn't leave here with an appendage made of wood, iron, and feathers. 

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 [color=598527]See? On tongue. Happy?[/color]
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