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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]  Silversmith's, interior 
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color]   Cure Wounds 2nd level on Berry( 8hp healed)
[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]“But…. I promised!”[/color] Kosara replied to Marita with her most innocent and pleading expression and voice[color=f7941d].” Besides he is a bad guy! Stabbed me even! With a sharp spear! A few inches to the side and I would have been hurt gravely! Breaking his leg should be the least we do!”[/color] She added quickly in very self certain voice.[color=f7941d]” I mean we lack sands to bury him to the neck… and that’s the next best alternative! Evil shouldn’t be allowed TOO much clemency!” [/color]The tiefling stated, pouting like a child.

	[color=f7941d]“It is a gift from a very important friend! Of course I treasure it!”[/color] She replied to V with a huge bright smile as she ran her fingers across the coat. It was her first coat too! Down south you didn’t need coats so she had never even seen one before she made it north. Even then she had kept to her cloak which was gradually getting not enough to keep her warm with the winter closing in.

	Seeing that the cleric was firm in her non leg shattering ways, Kosara just turned back to the fire and pouted hard instead.  Mr Silversmith correcting her on her way of addressing him, caused her to briefly stop pouting and look at him.[color=f7941d]” You are a smith though? A Mister Smith… wait intonation!”[/color] She suddenly stated with a look of pure realization why he had corrected her. She had said his job as if it was his name[color=f7941d].” You are a mr smith! A silversmith is still a smith, are they not?”[/color] She blinked at him, before turning back to the fire.[color=f7941d]” I don’t really need a silvered item. I got the magical golden sword that grandpa gave me that I can summon when I need it.”[/color] The dancer quipped from her position by the fire. It was very nice and warm, especially after fighting and spending so much time in the cold rain outside. She even took off the coat, placing it in front of the fire by her side. She hoped that it would dry faster that way, also that she herself will dry faster without the coat.

	[color=f7941d]“Ohh… right away, Berry!” [/color]Kosara hopped up from her crouching position by the fire and darted over to the monk. It took exactly no time for the tiefling’s hands to dart to the wound where there was still an arrow lodged it seemed. She blinked and touched carefully around before nodding.[color=f7941d]” I will heal you about… now!”[/color] She stated and channeled the magical energies, uttering the chant that her grandpa taught her, watching it’s effect on the wound and briefly wondering if it was possible to heal something around an object and thus keep the object hidden within your very body, it was a fair ponder to have seeing she was looking at an arrow in a wound!