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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
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[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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	The constable's change of face concerned Kathryn. Things were already going down hill, but she figured they were still passable. She leaned into her ignorant tones as much as she could, see if she could use it to any amount of her advantage. Kathryn opened her mouth to protest the events of the public house! Maybe even plead ignorance. Kosara confessed to it all before she could speak up. Not only confessed, but explained she felt justified in doing so and a lot more. Sure, maybe the bastard deserved it. But this was not the time to talk about that. Kathryn sighed, they would be dealing with the consequences of all of this for the rest of their stay.  But even after all of this, Kathryn was still optimistic that she could salvage this. Until Cavendish mocked her heritage. 

	Kathryn's smile instantly became strained. A lot more forced. It was hard to tell if Kathryn was feeling enraged or saddened as this man so casually, so passively dismissed what little she still had of her home. She held her smile though after taking a moment. What did she care what this bastard thought of where she came from? He has his own little world where he can keep what power he thinks he has. He likely has never been, and never will be to her home. He doesn't understand the value in those memories, those forested mountains covering the horizons, and the people who helped preserve what little she did have to her name. Kathryn gave a chuckle at the constable. "[color=598527]Maybe you should. Breaking up bar kerfuffles the next day is a very important duty for the law.[/color]" Kathryn spoke in a comparable tone. "[color=598527]Gotta show those hangovers who's in charge around here.[/color]" Kathryn listened to Cavendish as he spoke about the park. As he looked around the streets for what Kathryn assumed were witnesses. 

	This worried Kathryn. The man was looking for trouble. He wanted justification to take action, and if action broke out it would end in one of three ways she saw. She and Kosara surrendered, being imprisoned by a man who seemed extremely self serving, and what Kathryn assumed likely corrupt. They break into a fight, and they lose. Kathryn understood that losing meant at best, they would be imprisoned by the same man, with likely a bruised ego. And at worst, death. Then the last outcome. Kathryn and Kosara win. They win at beating the law into submission while in the middle of town. There was no way that would pan over well. Even if they did so without killing any of the trio they would be in a situation impossible to back out of. This would be a loss no matter what happened. 

	To Kathryn's honest surprise, Kosara offered an out. "[color=598527]Like Kosara said, we're still a bit busy. Though the work is easy, we are getting paid to do some... Followup work.[/color]" Kathryn tried her best to sound like all the other mercenaries she talked to trying to get into a brothel while working. [i]Work[/i] they called it. Yeah, sure David. "[color=598527]If ya got somethin' to say, say it here and please be fast with it. I'd rather not get rained on. Otherwise, we'll be seeing you around law man.[/color]" Kosara wrapping things off with Cloverwish wouldn't help things, but maybe they could still avoid a fight. Kathryn began working her way inside. She hoped the man wouldn't be foolish enough to fight on the streets here. And she hoped Marita and Victoria were doing better. It wouldn't be worse than trying to avoid getting into a fight with the local constable.