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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] The public house(street) -> Silversmith's, exterior 
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[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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	[color=f7941d]“ I would love to do so too, V! And you can call them horns! I like my horns! Make me feel a bit like grandpa though he only has 1 and his is golden. And if we ever go South, I would love to help you pick some suitable stage outfits from my homelands, if for nothing else but for making nice memories and souvenirs!”[/color] She stated sagely as she heard V’s words on the topic of getting to go shopping for new garments and accessories. Kosara didn’t have much chances to do so, since most of what she would wear or would be bought to wear when younger was from traveling merchants who specially visited the oasis just for that purpose. She and her sisters there more or less had all their silken, transparent or near transparent clothes from the same tailors and merchants.

	The trek to the silversmith didn’t take too long a time this turn around, mostly because they actually knew exactly how to get here now. Though it was a lot better when it came to the weather in difference to their journey from |the Honey Barn to the tavern where they had lunch. The rain lessening made everything a lot better, though it was still quite chilly. Now Kosara was really realizing why people this far north wore more clothing and thicker and more protective ones at that. Leather cloaks or something would be a great boon. Or at least something to keep covered from the rain.

	The street around the silversmith didn’t look different, nothing that stuck out to the casual glance when they arrived. She pondered if the sheriff… constable? Yes Constable, had the place under watch just in case they visited, she wasn’t sure if he knew their interest here, but one never knew. There could have been words that reached him about the earlier event of their improptu musical performance on his door. That was a fun thing she was almost tempted to repeat, but decided not to and to leave the interractions with him to V and Marita. Mentioning the Cleric, Kosara turned to her as she was disarming herself to go talk with the map.[color=f7941d]” Alright, Marita. I will watch over them like a hawk! Well… I think that was the saying!”[/color]