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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] Madam Marci's Honey Barn
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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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	Kosara's positivity really helped to bolster the mood. Kathryn was trying to find her place in the mission and found herself as a bit of an oaf. Though she could hold her own in combat, she had few skills outside of that with a blade. She could sweet talk from time to time sure, and it's not like she was poor at other skills, though she wasn't exactly good at them either. Though she was getting a better understanding how to use what skills she did have, she would have to work on things as time went on. Though these thoughts were easily pushed aside working with Kosara. "[color=598527]Aye, it'll be a great adventure.[/color]" Kosara made some comments about maintaining beauty out this far north. "[color=598527]Personal beauty isn't something I've worried about too much. Growing up it just... wasn't a real concern for me. It took time, a lot of time. And Ser Lucas and I rarely could sit still for too long.[/color]" She and Ser Lucas had many enemies, most were connected to the family that had attacked her home when she was little. Some were made taking jobs that others would rather leave not finished. And many were from people who had attempted to cause harm to those who couldn't protect themselves, and Ser Lucas and Kathryn found themselves getting involved. Though this far north? It wouldn't be worth anyone's efforts to keep coming after her. "[color=598527]Not that it's something I don't care for just... It's something I haven't taken the time to care for.[/color]" She didn't put in no effort, but she had to keep her hair tied up so it wouldn't be exposed and a weakness on her armor. And she only recently had money to replace some of her damaged gear. Outside of basic washings and what limited options she had with her hair, she wasn't able to pull off a lot. 

	The walk through the calmer part of town was nice. No stares of people judging her, no crowds of people gasping and pointing at her, no one accusing her. It was nice, the view of the market, the quite homes, the calm local streets. It reminded her of what she thought city life would be like when she first went on the road with Ser Lucas. She was wrong, though Avonshire was likely pretty close outside of the festival season. The Honey barn was easy to spot wedged in between the local homes and shops not common in the main market places. Her heart sank when she saw the towngaurds. Maybe the bad feeling was unjustified, but with how things started this morning Kathryn was a little concerned. To Kathryn's surprise, Kosara held some restraint on the matter, but she found herself unsure either. She vaguely remembered the ring she wore on her hand. The silver tasting ring that was the deciding factor for the Silver Smith's reactions. "[color=598527]Let's... be casual. Walk up, say hi. Maybe ask what's up but let's not confront them here. We'll hear what's going on and if they refuse to talk we'll ask the staff inside once the guards leave.[/color]" She didn't want a conflict with the town guard. She also had no understanding of what may be going on. For all she knew? This was some regular tax service for businesses. Collected by the local law. The head of the local law. With a lot of suspicious under tones. So Kathryn had her doubts. But she didn't want to start any trouble. "[color=598527]Casual. We want to collect information. Not to get into fights. Nor create more obstacles.[/color]" She wasn't sure if she was telling herself this or Kosara, but she was anxious and had to fight down that fear before continuing. 

	Kathryn walked up to the front of the Honey Barn as casually as she could. She realized at this moment though, outside of the job she was hired to do she had no idea of an excuse to make up should she be asked about it. She hoped she was asked, and if she was she could make something up. Kathryn took note of the other guards flinching at the sight of Constable Cavendish grabbing his hammer. She didn't like that one bit. It only reassured her that getting into trouble here was a bad idea. "[color=598527]Good mornin' Lad's and Lassies.[/color]" She spoke without hiding any trace of her accent. She hoped it would distract from any concerns she had in this moment. "[color=598527]You nice folk getting some companionship? Or jus' some drinks?[/color]" Kathryn remembered briefly that she never formally introduced herself to the man, and outside a single sentence each, she hadn't talked to the man much. "[color=598527]Aye, you're the Constable right?[/color]" Kathryn internally wanted to leave her steel laced glove on, but she wanted answers. Sliding off the gauntlet with the silver ring under it she reached out her bare hand and offered to shake it. "[color=598527]I don't think we've properly met, Name's Lady Kathryn Pyke of Arcanaple.[/color]" Kathryn spoke with a big toothy grin that combined with her hair tied back she may have looked like a bit of crazy person, or a really tall peasant who somehow got her hands on armor. "[color=598527]I'd like to thank ya for your services to this lovely community sire. It's nice to get an easy job for once.[/color]" Kathryn spoke as well with heavy over confidence. Hoping to get the Constable's guard down and let him ease up a little. Maybe let her gain something from him. Let him slip up.