[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [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] Road to Mallard's --> Outside Mallard's [color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7884b36a-e3f0-48fb-9689-1a8fd4af7f5a.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] With no response from Lea, the party moved on. They would return to check on her for sure before getting back to camp. But the night was coming up close, and they didn't have long to go before the dark would come to get them. Rapidly it was getting colder. Rapidly visibility was dropping. The light glow from the hammer helped, but not enough to do much. "[color=598527]The lights would be helpful Kosara... I'm afraid I can't see too well in this.[/color]" Again, the dim glow from the hammer helped. But not a ton. Maybe a torch? Though that may be redundant when compared to Kosara's magic. Another impressive feat that Kathryn wish she understood more of. She told herself that when this was over she was going to learn whatever she could of magic. Though she had no natural magical abilities, and wasn't the smartest, she was sure there were magical options for people like her! Those who could mostly use brute force to solve all of their problems, and flounder every social encounter they came across. Maybe only some light magic... Fancy lights and cool tricks? She was hopeful. And Kosara's spell about an unseen servant also seemed nice. Had she gone the route of Knighthood despite her father's protests she'd have a squire by now who would be able to tend to many of her needs, and assist her in various tasks. Maybe even help her get in and out of her armor a little faster... Though she supposed there wasn't anyone she would really trust to that extent at the moment. But that is what the fancy magic spells would be for no? "[color=598527]I would like to protect as many as we can tonight. But the fact of the matter is we are too few. We'll have to hope that those who haven't been turned can hold up for tonight, barricade their homes, and wait until morning for help. If we find others who we can help along the way I would love too, but I don't think there are enough people equipped to handle the situation. We need to make it through tonight.[/color]" She hated the plan. But without an army equipped with weapons that could hurt the wererats then their options were to save who they could, hope everyone else could hold up, and deal with the threat when they were better prepared. When Blackberry commented about the night and how quite it was, she noticed it too. "[color=598527]Maybe everyone is already taking shelter? Maybe today's events spooked them enough to shelter and lock up their homes. Or get as far away as possible? But it is eerie.[/color]" The rustling around them didn't help. She wondered if they were their foes. Those who they would have to face. She supposed the sun was pretty low at this point. The shadows at present were as close to night as one could get while the sun was still about. She worried about the time they had left, and picked up her pace. She wouldn't be quiet, but now it was more important to be fast than quiet. "[color=598527]We'll hammer out the plan later. When we are somewhere more secure. We can vote, or we can argue it. But not out here. Too many eyes...[/color]" She said looking back into the fog. She kept one hand on wrapped up in her shield, and the other resting on the hammer head ready to draw it in case action started. She could hear the rustlings though. Sometimes from the fog, sometimes people inside. She hoped whatever preparations they had for the night would last. The common folk and themselves. Arriving at Mallard's Kathryn wanted to get inside, make sure Mallard was safe, grab their gear, and get to the L'Roses as quickly as possible. Seeing the full moon rise, Kathryn worried they would either have to hold up somewhere other than the public house, or they would have too fight their way back. But Kathryn refused to leave them behind. If they had to spend the night defending the bed and breakfast she would do that. Though the place wasn't built like a fort. Less so than the public house which as far as she could tell only had one or two ways in. Or the barn, which was isolated and had elevated positions. Kathryn unleashed a pounding that could only be done by someone who is a little jumpy and has the strength to make it sound like her knocks were attempts to beat the door down. "[color=598527]Mallard, we're back but we need to be fast. We're almost out of time.[/color]" She toned down the knocking when she realized the force she was putting into it, and stepped back to take a look around. Staying on guard and preparing for anything to jump out of that fog and fight them.