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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] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House Tap Room
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	At the mention of womanly figure, and going easy on sweets, Kathryn became rather self conscious as she had maybe more than one. Or two. And a rather passionate share of jam to go with it. Even taking a moment to prod her belly, feel disappointment in herself, and set down the last treat on her plate. Balanced meals were never Kathryn's strong suits. She enjoyed her drinks and sweets way too much. If she could live of cake, jerky, and whiskey, she absolutely would. "[color=598527]Where I am excited to accept such an item with permission of the lady of the lands, please do not feel like no one else can use it. I have a rather solid pain tolerance. If push comes to shove, I will be okay a bit sore for an evening.[/color]" She said confidently, wanting to make sure others could get the help they needed if they needed it. 

	Back on the topic of sweet snacks, even Kosara was being careful! Kathryn was the weak link in the group when it came to sweets it seemed. However! Kathryn did resist the urge to devour the last jam smothered goodie on her plate that Kosara made. But that inner demon quickly justified her sins against her womanly figure. Its only one more treat. You'll work it off with a good workout in the morning. You're young, a treat wont hurt you. So what if you get a bit softer over time? You don't need to impress anyone but yourself! The inner demons won, before Kathryn knew it, the last jam soaked treat was gone. She had lost the battle. "[color=598527]I agree we need answers now before things either get out of hand, or the answers are buried before we can find them. Lizbeth and I will check out the house tomorrow after an unfortunately brief training session, starting with the study. Then we shall take things from there based on what we find.[/color]" Kathryn said as confidently as she could. Kathryn did her best to hide she was up to something, but lying was never her strong suit. She felt guilty though, and she was sure it was on her face. But she wanted ever so much to protect Lizbeth, and wasn't sure the best way yet. With brief goodnights, farewells, and finishing the last sip of booze in her cup, she crawled off to bed.

	The poem that Lizbeth read off to Kathryn was a little unsettling to hear. On one hand, it was kind of adorable watching Lizbeth read by the firelight while Kathryn got comfortable for the night. Laying out her assortment of weapons and gear on the floor by the dresser in a rather neat and organized fashion. But that poem... it was a little unsettling. But she was a smart girl, if Kathryn said nothing she would figure it out herself, or know that Kathryn was hiding something. That wasn't really something she wanted to do to the girl. "[color=598527]I can't say I know either way. If I had to guess Victoria takes inspiration from the woman for sure. That is her book right? Inspiration is a safe bet. Unless they're related, but that wouldn't exclude V trying to take inspiration either.[/color]" Kathryn wondered if that was indeed the case did the bard knowingly take inspiration from the woman in the book Lizbeth was reading? Or was it subconscious? Seeing the picture in better light, Kathryn hesitated. "[color=598527]Well uh... wow.[/color]" She said a little unsure of herself. Seeing how this sorceress was dressed, she was thinking it was something more akin to a coincidence. "[color=598527]Maybe not as much inspiration as I thought. Despite being a bard, I have never noticed V to wear anything so... scandalous.[/color]" But that poem. That poem still bugged Kathryn. "[color=598527]I couldn't say specifically. However, it does ring a bit of a bell. Its a common poem to worship a goddess of death. To what extent I am a little unsure. It is not my sort of topic of study.[/color]" Kathryn said trying to regain her confidence. She had though, noticed the coin of worship on Victoria in the past. Hadn't registered it until just now, but it clicked now. She guessed that meant this was the god that V directly worshiped. It made sense. Even if a little unsettling. "[color=598527]Good night dude, don't get too many wicked dreams. Tomorrow, we got work to do.[/color]" Kathryn said confidently. Training would be short tomorrow. Maybe some arming practice. Something so that if Lizbeth had to defend herself tomorrow and Kathryn couldn't step in the young bean would have some way to defend herself.