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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 03[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 22 / 24    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15    [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Public house 
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] History (11)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 1/3


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BlackBerry frowned, and grumbled. [color=00aeef]“Good point. Good point.”[/color] He could almost see the Cheese on the table laying waste to the Apple, making their valiant last stand against the onslaught. He opened his mouth to continue but noticed that Kosara had bolted from her seat to the fire. It took him a moment to find his thoughts again. [color=00aeef]“Presumably not all the buildings in this town have rooftop windows from which to shoot from.”[/color]

BlackBerry scowled at the notion of just leaving Avonshire, leaving the innocent people of this place to fend for themselves while thugs and ruffians turned their home into a nightmare. His opinion of Victoria soured slightly, but he caged a comment behind clenched teeth. He had to remind himself that this party was working for Sheriff Gregory Arbalest with a specific goal in mind and with that goal met, according to Victoria, there really wasn’t much reason for them to stick around and risk their lives. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he began to wonder what his own next move would be should they choose to leave; stay and fight? Or follow after his current trail for help? 

He shot a glance backwards Lea hoping she either hadn’t heard or hadn’t been listening to that part of the conversion.

At the very least some semblance of a plan was coming together to tackle the Constable and his cohorts head on, if not tonight then sometime tomorrow once the group had had some time to finish tying up any loose ends. Absently he chewed a knuckle in thought and with worry about how much time it would take, and all the while their enemy was no doubt doing the same, building themselves back up and devising their own schemes.

[color=00aeef]“Well.”[/color] A momentary breath to calm himself, setting his emotions aside for the moment. [color=00aeef]“I suppose that would just leave attacking the municipal building directly. Regardless I do think we need to get a move on and at least try to lend a hand were we can.”[/color] Casting his mind back into his memories of books, bookshelves and many meandering lessons he recalled some snippet of information, and couldn’t hold back a worried grimace. [color=00aeef]“If these rodent-thropes are anything like lycanthropes then these next few nights will be…difficult. Stories and tales suggest having consecutive full moons tend to make such beings more active.”[/color]

Listening to Maritas explanation of her own powers was a fairly informative, and confirmation of her being a woman of faith answered his question about the amulet she wore proudly on her chest; a symbol of the god she followed. But it was an entirely different symbol than the symbol of Tyr he had expected, the Balanced scales resting on a warhammer were missing. He made a note to ask later.

[color=00aeef]“Agreed, staying at the camp would be safest. Moving on though, I do worry how much time we actually have to find the answers to those questions like ‘who's really been pulling the strings’”[/color] He repeated with his attention focused on Marita, but did flutter towards Kosara still kneeling in front of the fire for his next words. [color=00aeef]“It could perhaps somebody who taught him magic? But anyway, let us not forget the enemy will be doing the same thing were are; licking their wounds and gathering their forces so time could well be of the essence. If the Sheriff could lend a hand that could give us the edge we need to fight.”[/color]
He nodded towards Lady Kathryn having heard her suggestion to send someone with word outside of the Town for help. Even if any attack they attempted were to fail then at least the troubles in Avonshire could be revealed to someone else with more power than themselves to do some.