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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:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Public House --> Road to Mallard's
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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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	More warlocks. A field Kathryn struggled in as well. Honestly most fields that didn't involve heavy lifting or removing a foe off this plane of existence was outside of her realm of understanding. Though she was learning, she was the weakest link when it came to understanding anything with significant magical properties. And the bulk of what she did know she gathered from stories, fairy tales, fables, and travelers stories. Ser Lucas wasn't well versed either, so she didn't learn a ton from him either. But at the very least in this case, Cavendish seemed susceptible to blunt force trauma from his own hammer. That was a start, and it meant at least once the fighting began she could hold her own there. And maybe this time not spend half the battle crawling away and trying to not get stabbed. Kathryn pondered what Marita said about Cavendish though. "[color=598527]he may very well be licking his wounds and preparing for tonight. Much like we are. And since we have to pass by both, it may be better to pick up our gear first, and move in to help the L'Rose's afterwards.[/color]" And whoever else they could. She didn't like the idea of hunkering down for the night if things were going to kick off, but they were dealing with a threat they could not face head on. If every person who had gone missing was turning into one of these creatures, then that could be dozens, or gods forbid worst case and hundreds... They had no way of knowing. They would also have to deal with Cavendish and his goons. Kathryn told herself if they had a reasonable chance to act tonight she would take it. Something she could do to help out if the chance came. But she had to remind herself that as of this moment, they were the only ones prepared to bring this whole thing down come daylight. Though there was honor in sacrificing one's self for the greater good, doing so at the expense of saving so many more would be foolish. 

	The plan at this point seemed pretty strait forward. Get stuff, save people, cower and hide for the night. She didn't love the plan, and she wished she had gotten done more with the time they had prior to now. Maybe if they had confronted Cavendish sooner, or maybe if they had figured more out ahead of time? She wasn't so sure... But she wished she had done more before they had to lock up for the coming storm. Kathryn listened with much interest to the poem Victoria uttered. It was short, or incomplete, Kathryn couldn't be sure in this moment. Kathryn listened closely but broke her attention away as Victoria quieted. In the break, she heard Marita offering Lea to come with them. Much like the offer she gave to Mallard, and the one they were going to give to the L'Rose's. None of them knew how rough tonight would be, and they knew they couldn't protect everyone. What they did know was that they needed to keep whoever they could safe, starting with their friends and allies, and working outward from there. But they were too few to do that in mass. Bringing those they met to somewhere they could protect in the night seemed like the best course of action. 

	Kathryn took a final look to her party before they would depart. She had some concerns for the night, but if anyone could save this town it would be them. Between all of their mixed skills they could be prepared for any situation. Looking around though, she caught very briefly Victoria's face going red,  and covering up her face rather rapidly. Looking over at what she saw, was a nearly topless Kosara enjoying the warmer temperatures of the public house. Kathryn let out a small grin, not saying anything. She thought it was adorable in a way, a young crush. She remember some of her own younger crushes when she was a wee lass. Then she paused, and realized Victoria is likely older than her. Not only that, likely a lot older. She was a elf right? Then she realized she may also be one of the youngest members of the party. She had fallen for the same trick many others have gotten to with her, and that her sheer size made her seem much older than she was in many cases. And she still mistakenly takes those smaller than her as younger. She supposed as long as she didn't do anything silly like treat her fellow party members as small children that this was an easy thing to correct. That didn't change the fact that Kathryn found the way Victoria shied away rather adorable. A little positivity to help brighten up the chaos of things to come. 

	Kathryn finished wrapping up her gear. Loading up weapons, armor, and her pack and cape. Not completely removing her armor shortened the process, but it did feel nice to not have to carry so much steel across her body for a short time. Though she felt safe and comfortable in her armor, enough poor quality steel began to weigh on a person after a while. The worse it was, the more you needed to be effective. Though at this stage she would continue the quest, reward or not, she was thankful that there was a new set of armor at the end of things. That was a huge part why much of Kathryn's gear had been rusted out though. Many times she found herself trying to help people who wouldn't be able to afford to pay for professional services. Especially of her nature. Most of what she had she had purchased during the few jobs that paid well, or gear she had reluctantly pulled off the corpses of others at Ser Lucas's insistence. It would be nice to have something that was not only her own, but new. Or even not worn and nearly ruined. 

	Making her way to the door with the others, so far pretty simple. The Silver Smith's, then the L'Rose's. And whoever else they could save along the way. It would be a long night for sure though. Kathryn made her way to the front door, following Victoria into the foggy street. "[color=598527]So, we're in agreement? Mallard's, then our friends? Then shelter?[/color]" She asked Victoria and anyone else who had made it outside so far. Kathryn stood at attention as best as she could. Her helmet resting latched on her head, she shield strapped to her right arm firmly and ready to take a beating, and her new hammer resting on her belt ready to be drawn if action were to start. Or a free hand should she need one.