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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] Streets of Avonshire --> Streets outside of silver smith.
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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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	Marita had calmed some of Kathryn's nerves. As the Cleric had reassured her, not everything going on was related. And it was was more problematic to chase false leads then no leads. "[color=598527]You're right. I need to not over think this and let it lead me astray.[/color]" Kathryn needed this, and Marita not calling her an ignorant foreigner was nice. Not that she expected it, but she prepared for it. Maybe she was a bit too paranoid? "[color=598527]I would still like to get the note translated. But I won't do so at the cost of our mission.[/color]" Kathryn still felt out of her element, but she still had the ability to assist those who understood the way of things better then she did. Even if that was mostly just saying out of trouble, drawing enough trouble to help paint the bigger picture, and moving heavy things for the party. She honestly did hope her specialized skill set didn't see use outside of those goblins from before. She genuinely wanted to help those who were taken, and she didn't want that confrontation with those in charge here. If she had too though, she would. 

	Once arrived at the Silver Smith, Kathryn debated holding the short bow in her hands so that way if she spotted anything she could react quickly and prepare to defend the group as Marita and Victoria went inside. But she decided that drawing the bow in preparation of combat would be just as likely to start something as being prepared for it. She did take a look around to see if they were being followed, or if they were about to be ambushed. And as she looked around she realized, she didn't see shit. And not in a way where she knew it was clear, she couldn't find much around her and she knew she was either looking too fast or she was missing something. Or nothing, and she was leaning on that paranoid side of things. Marita with the note began things in the shop, Kosara began watching over her weapons and armaments, and Blackberry was... Snooping? Kathryn was tempted to pick up their newest addition and pull him away from the window. But not only would that ruin what little chance they had of not getting in trouble again, but it may sour her relationship with him. "[color=598527]I'm sure they will tell us all about it once they are out.[/color]" Kathryn said with a slight tone of concern. 

	Though Kathryn found herself listening in too more then she meant too. She listened as he explained the test and... wait... An Eight foot tall Tart? "[color=598527]I uh... I'm not Eight feet...[/color]" She had heard nearly all the comments about her height imaginable. And if what she said at the table the other night were to be believed, she would reach 8 feet soon enough. Though Tart had her puzzled. Tart... tart... Like the treat? She was snapped out of her thoughts when Mallard called out to those waiting outside. Kathryn froze, and even with her helmet resting on her head her it wasn't hard to tell she was now a deer in the torch light. Back stiffened, eyes wide, she looked at the man she accidentally stole from. "[color=598527]Hi.[/color]" Kathryn said short and sharp as if she was a young girl half her size, who had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Kathryn took off the helmet and set it on the ground by her feet to seem a bit less threatening as she decided to once again push her luck. She took out the ring and began stepping forward, making sure to not step into the shop itself, and to keep her body as outside of the door as possible. "[color=598527]I'm sorry I took this. I should have returned it sooner.[/color]" She reached inside just barely while trying to stay out as much as she could in a poor almost comical attempt to set down the ring on the table next to the door. "[color=598527]I'm sorry for upsetting you as well earlier. That wasn't our intention, and if we can make it up to you please let me know.[/color]" Kathryn attempted to say softly as she backed out the door to let Marita and Victoria take the lead again. 

	Kathryn while still in sight of Mr. Mallard wanted to show her respect however she could, and attempted to remember how various cultures did so. Her own normally meant a display of the family sword in the manner the situation deemed most appropriate. Being honoring a guest, welcoming a friend, proposing to a loved one, or simply a friendly hug when something more simple was required. None of those options seemed good to use with Mallard as he didn't seem in a hugging mood, and that was the same with Kathryn. And she figured drawing her family sword wouldn't help with that either. "[color=598527]Thank you for your time Sir.[/color]" Kathryn spoke with genuine optimism, hoping that her earlier encounter with the man wouldn't negatively impact his new interaction with Marita and Victoria.