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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] 25 / 31	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19 [color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Public House
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	Kathryn listened closely as Marita spoke, though she was also getting a few of her own tasks done. Unclasping belt buckles, taking off the extra armor plating on her armor, and laying down her assortment of weapons on a table near the fire. The only ones of note for her at the moment being her family sword, and the Hammer she took from Cavendish. Though she refused to let Cavendish ever have it again, it was still hard to grasp that in doing so, it made the hammer hers now. Even if she decided it would be better in someone else's hands, they were in her hands now and it was her responsibility to watch over it and prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. This new weapon would also allow Kathryn to finally hang up her family sword. A weapon really only supposed to be used to protect one's homestead. There were some other weapons she had, but none of particular note. She would have more once they returned to Mallard, and weapons that would be far more effective against Cavendish and his goons. "[color=598527]I think we all tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. But he became increasingly more bold with his hostility as the day went on. Though this confrontation does do one thing for us. We know who our enemy is.[/color]" She didn't say more than that for now, though Robert was an ally, he was dealing with his own conflicts. Conflicts that directly got in the way of the party. He made his point clear though, don't come until dawn. Kathryn gave a simple nod, understanding his concern. The way he talked about the upcoming night concerned Kathryn. How bad would things get? Marita talking about the incidents they have already gotten into, that may have explained some of Cavendish's behavior prompted a humorous response from Victoria before it turned serious. "[color=598527]Tell that to the drunk last night. I don't think he'd agree.[/color]" 

	Kathryn Chuckled as she continued to undo some of her buckles and armor. "[color=598527]me on the other hand, there's no way anyone could take anything I do with any malice at all?[/color]" Kathryn said with a big smile. She knew her size could be intimidating to people, and it was funny as most people who got to know her may see it. But Kathryn was a little impulsive, and she was massive. And combined with a semi professional posture and always being in heavy armor while out and about she looked like a force of nature who would casually burst through a wall should she find it more convenient than taking a door. But not every situation could be met with jokes. "[color=598527]We'll figure this out. And bring the amazing beauty we saw in this place right back.[/color]" She hoped. They still had no idea what kind of scale there was to this whole thing.

	Kathryn waiting until Robert left to speak up again. "[color=598527]Cavendish has also given us the ability to strike him a lot more openly should we need too.[/color]" Kathryn said a bit monotone. "[color=598527]We can't be sure that all the town guard are on his side, but we need to assume that none of them are on ours right now. Legitimate or not. The way I see it, the ones we saw on the streets today are fair game to do whatever we need to do so we can resolve this as quickly as possible with as few casualties as possible. As for the other guards, we'll have to take it play by play. But we'll have to assume Cavendish has given orders to them about us. And until we know for sure, we have to be prepared for the fact we may be kill on sight for the town guard. If we're lucky, just arresting. But I would rather not test that the hard way. And this is again assuming that there are some town guards who haven't sided with Cavendish.[/color]" Kathryn hated being so doom and gloom about the situation speaking tot he party, but things had escalated. And having it out in the open about their present situation was important. Kathryn stood up leaving her assortment of weapons and much of her armor, leaving her chainmail hanging loose almost as if it were a steel made dress as she went off into the lodging room. Kathryn returned with a couple of beds in her arms and set them down for the party to use so they didn't need to split up to rest if they didn't want too.

	Lea and Victoria returning with food reminded Kathryn that the sandwich debate was still going on. Though things were serious, it was nice to have something to pull her thoughts into a more relaxed state. Kathryn did let out an audible sigh as she laid down listening to Kosara and blackberry. "[color=598527]If you wrap it in bacon, it becomes a wrap, not a sandwich. There's a clear difference![/color]" Kathryn spoke up in her best smart girl voice. "[color=598527]Apple slices are not bread either. At that point you've just made a really strange sandwich Kosara.[/color]" Kathryn said teasingly locking eyes with the small tiefling before grabbing an assortment of foods and snacks. Making extra sure to grab some bread to even more emphasis it's importance in a balanced meal. Kathryn did listen on as Blackberry asked about what Marita and Victoria learned, but Kathryn couldn't help but take note of Lea sitting in the corner.

	Kathryn wasn't the best when it came to people who were down, but she felt a familiar feeling seeing Lea sitting all by herself. Kathryn grabbed some extra stew and some fruits and cheeses and pulled one of the beds over by Lea before sitting. She didn't speak up, but she left the food close by so if she wanted to speak she could. But she wanted to be close enough that the poor girl didn't feel alone. Kathryn sat quietly on the bed eating her fruits, breads, and stew. If lea looked over towards her she would give the polite woman a reassuring smile, and say a simple thanks to her as she sat quietly.