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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] HONEY BARN FABULOUS ADVENTURE! --> Streets of Avonshire
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[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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	Kosara was not a happy girl. Not really between having to rush and abandon her task at the honey barn, the grumpy constable, the fact that Kathryn was the one making her half her tasks and all manner of other annoying niggles, the tiefling dancer was rapidly growling to a grumpiness levels to probably equal ol’ Cavendish. The fact she was hearing that the constable sounded like he was running a protection racket made her even more annoyed.[color=f7941d]” But I’m not poking fun at him? How am I making fun of him?”[/color] She asked in confusion. Why was everybody thinking she was making fun of that grumpy ol man?

	[color=f7941d]“Grandpa always says that kobolds and goblins are a symptom not a cause!” [/color]She quipped, mild irritation seeping into the otherwise energetic and happy tiefling woman. She had not forgotten the goblins were way too well equipped nor that the fact that Cloverdish wasn’t too appreciative of them killing them… Nor did he seem to be doing anything about a supposed goblin band in the vicinity of his town! She was going to get to the bottom of this mystery and if he was evil, she’d expose his evil ways for the good of all! Maybe even kick him like Grandpa taught her to[color=f7941d].” WE AREN’T! Mercenaries are grumpy serious men with severe faces and many scars, traveling in big bands and taking questionable tasks for coin! They get hired in wars and to do otherwise subjectively legal tasks!  When they come to the taverns and inns, they grope us who work there and try to get away without paying! Meanwhile we are adventurers! We do good work with or without coin, we help people, explore strange new places. We seek out new life and new civilizations and boldly go where no man has gone before!”[/color] She hissed like a very angry cat. Kosara had a rather… romanticized view of adventurers. Partly because she never really grew up properly and was brought up with tall stories of epic adventures, fighting evil, rescuing damsels and other such.   

	Then everything suddenly halted when one of Madam Marci’s girls returned with news that somebody of the missing people returned, had altercation of some sort with Marita and V, before turning into a monster…?[color=f7941d]” Monster?”[/color] She blinked, mind doing a quick restart as she looked at Kathryn, the white tiefling doing a complete flip in focuses.[color=f7941d]” RIGHT! Let’s goooo! Monsters to find! Maybe silver does something to that monster!”[/color] She bolted after the warrior woman.[color=f7941d]” Ehh… can’t we just run around to find them? They can’t be that hard to find, neither V or Marita are hard to miss after all!”[/color]

	“[color=f7941d]Also… WE AREN’T MERCENARIES!” [/color]She repeated again to Kathryn, apparently not completely forgetting her ire form earlier.[color=f7941d]” WE ARE NOT!”[/color]