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[h2][color=598527][i][b]Kathryn Pyke[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=598527]Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=598527][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 49 / 49	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] Drunken Clutz
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Vineyard Storage Room --> Meeting point
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	Such a great night turned disaster. She had gotten a date, gotten tipsy without getting shitfaced, assisted her party in what she was pretty sure was a heist, had gotten a date with a man at least 2-3 times her age scheduled, a man with large plots of land. Land that Kathryn wanted all for herself. Seeing the floating head should have been yet another bad omen when the whole thing played out. To add to that, BB was pissed. And rightfully so. Kathryn had yet again fucked up. Her carelessness, her desires to rule the situation socially and to have fun over work, have struck again. This would be a big hit for Kathryn, and she would [i]Have[/i] to do better. When he had mentioned trying to call Kathryn, she froze a moment a bit unsure what the dragonborn could mean. But... Then it hit her, the sending stone. She normally kept it on a pouch on her belt! Which she had on her?! Reaching down to check it she froze the second her hand touched the pouch. It was simply some of her notes from studying earlier in the week. The sending stone was in a very similar spot, on either the belt her hammer was attached too, or one of the belts used to hold up her chain mail. "[color=598527]I'm so sorry BB, I didn't think to bring it with me. It won't happen again.[/color]" Kathryn spoke swiftly and matter of factly. She had fucked up again, and again someone else paid for it. 

	Cecily was... a different matter. The woman came, she saw, and she threw up all of that expensive wine all over the pathway. Looking back to the skull, it was an appropriate reaction. Especially for someone you knew well. "[color=598527]I'm so sorry Cecily. We're going to figure out what is going on, and we're going to deal with it.[/color]" There was however the ever real chance that Cecily knew more. Her reaction here implied at least she either didn't have the full story or something had gone horribly wrong. Or was a good liar. And that was assuming that Cecily was involved at all. Lizbeth was holding up... in her own way. The poor girl looked like she was stone cold, coasting in thought and letting her defensive instincts kick in that Kathryn had been training her. In all of their trainings Kathryn had keep enforcing the idea that most of the people Lizbeth may ever face will be bigger than her, and meaner. In front of her now, was something fair, fair meaner. The poor girl looked like she would get sick if she wasn't so focused on keeping herself ready for a fight. She had no idea how she was going to help the girl. Apart of her wanted to bring an end to the training. But another part of her knew that if push came to shove, the poor girl needed to be able to defend herself. Especially if if she would still be the one to protect her student. She couldn't even protect the people trained to protect themselves. 

	To add to the chaos of the night, sometimes Kathryn forgot just how scary Victoria could be. There was the mind breaking she did to the giant bugs, there was the way she [i]Killed[/i] Kathryn. And now... there was Toombes. "[color=598527]Mother Fucker![/color]" Kathryn exclaimed when the once very dead skull came back to life. Ideas of questions were tossed about, but hearing the skull speak, Kathryn froze solid. It reminded her too much of that basement back in town. The corpses and what the constable had been doing to them. All of those missing people stacked up and broken down for parts. It was... Something Kathryn hoped she wouldn't be reminded of ever again. With Morty things were different. Morty was a pig, Morty was an emergency snack that Kathryn had also probably eaten more than her fair share. Morty wasn't a person tortured to death for his friends and loved ones to see a shell of himself come back and answer off questions like a hollow shell of ones former self. 

	But it yielded results. Not huge ones, but ones that could get them started. He knew little of the local problems, but they appear to have been going on a while. Just... more subtly sometimes. Kathryn would have to teach herself some local lore when she could. It may also be a good time to see how her titles would work regionally. The description of the killer though... She wondered if it was like the band of goons they saw in the fields a few weeks back? She wondered if it had anything to do with her dreams. She wondered a lot of things. But foreign blade got her attention for sure. Kathryn made sure to stay close to Cecily and Lizbeth. Apart of her worried that whoever did this could still be close, and if anyone tried to approach, she wanted to be ready to cut them down.