[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [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] Hayloft --> Streets outside of silver smith. [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 [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7884b36a-e3f0-48fb-9689-1a8fd4af7f5a.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Kathryn was last to step into the Hayloft, making sure everyone else got in first and to cover their entry. "[color=598527]Welcome to Camp Blackberry.[/color]" Kathryn said with a shy, almost apologetic tone. She had been coy with her description of their hideout sure, but it's not like she had poor reasons too. Plus their living situation at the moment was very comparable to camping. Only they had a wooden wall and roof instead of a tent. Once inside, Kathryn went about collecting what little else she may have needed. Though she was already fully armed and armored. She grabbed the Goblin note from Hugh's things. She was determined to know how that fit into everything. Too much was bugging her and she lacked so many answers and she was worried what this note may offer once translated. If it turned out to be nothing once translated, she would feel like a fool for thinking so much of it. She did find it odd that she had faced Goblins several times in her life, though didn't speak an ounce of their language. How many had she killed without being able to even offer them a chance to properly surrender, or learn about them before wiping the floor with them. She figured that would be something to look at some other time. The ones they faced before were without a doubt evil, but she wondered about others. Whoever wrote the note though, paid for the weapons, and paid the goblins, needed to be discovered. As well she made sure to grab her pack, loaded with water, rope, torches, and meals to last herself upwards of 10 days. For a human woman of more traditional size, and who wasn't maintaining a comparable muscle mass it may have lasted longer. But if the party did find themselves isolated, it would be food for them for a few days too. Then there were some nets, meals of fire. Pretty much the only thing she left behind were her fine clothes, and any other spare clothes she had shy of socks. Then she looked over at the pile of loot from the goblins, much of it collected by Hugh, and even that much had been gone through by other party members. Now missing the better of her two hand axes, she walked over and against that little voice that told her looting was wrong, she rummaged through some of the weapons in play. Grabbing a short bow that in her hands almost seemed comically small. Though bows and the like were not common for her usage, she did know how to use one rather well. She had learned when she lived back in her keep, and her training for such had ended when she went on the road with Ser Lucas. She then grabbed herself a dagger and attached it to her belt. Though she was carrying a lot more gear now, it wasn't much compared to what she could handle. Victoria's followup to Kathryn saying she wouldn't let her get struck like that again was reassuring. "[color=598527]We're making good progress, hoping at the rate we're going we'll have some of this teamwork stuff figured out by he time we have to worry about that stuff again.[/color]" Kathryn said in an almost joking manner. But she was determined to do better this time. She took the mini pouch she accessed via the gap in her armor under her armpit and took it out. Inside the original letter sat. The one originally meant for Ser Lucas. And Kathryn did her best to slide the new note in with it. She slide it back into place. Though not the most hidden, it felt more secure there then in her pack. When she stepped outside with the rest of the party, she caught Robert's attention. He knew now, how much he could avoid saying was another thing. But he seemed like he would do what he could to keep working with them. The walk was easy enough, but Kathryn figured now was as good a time as any to talk to Marita. She flagged her down a bit subtly, and begin walking behind the group a ways to keep out of earshot. Once the two were separated Kathryn spoke in a hushed tone. "[color=598527]I think we were meant to find those goblins. I think they were intentionally placed in our path, so we would find them, and we would deal with them quickly and effectively. I... I don't have proof. But between the fact that they were hired for something, in a region where goblin attacks are near unheard of. And the second group of people they come across on the road connecting two population centers happens to be the group hired to take out an unheard of goblin problem? It made our story rather fool proof. And they were all armed with brand new, high quality weapons. At least by regional standards. And mass produced ones at that. Someone, wanted us to deal with that specific goblin problem.[/color]" She couldn't commit to the idea it was the Sheriff. But maybe someone else who knew the whole story? Or maybe it was just a huge coincidence. The way she saw it, Marita seemed like one of the more logical members of their group. She figured Marita would realistically look at the situation and determine if it had some validity to it, or call Kathryn out for being an ignorant noble woman who's understanding of the world still needed work. Either way it would put some rest to Kathryn's mind on the situation. Arriving at the Silver Smith Kathryn kept some distance. She didn't want to get spotted through the window and blow the party's one chance to try and fix things up. Looking down at the bed and breakfast, Kathryn wondered how Cecily and Lizbeth were doing. She hoped they were safe, and if given the chance she would love to go check on them on their way through. But she also didn't want to risk getting them into danger, or leaving her party unprotected. If she had the chance, she would check on them on the way out. But she didn't want to draw unwanted attention to them if she could avoid it. And she wanted to make sure outside was still safe for her team.