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[h2][color=f7941d][i][b]Kosara[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=f7941d]Tiefling, Warlock (Celestial), Level 04, Barbarian, Level 01[/color][/b][/i]
[color=f7941d][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 34/ 34 [color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)      [color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Perstidigitations
[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
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	There was a certain thing to her dreams that Kosara couldn’t quite every properly explain once she woke up. The white tiefling’s dreams were almost all the time a jumble of weird scenery amusing happy scenery and nightmarish grotesque events, when she wasn’t just dreaming about something silly or wild anyways. This time it was a rather heavily grotesque sequence of dancing undead with floppy bits that were all dancing to the tune played by some horned beings, possibly devils or demons… or maybe succubi in really thematic costumes who could really tell. At least until it devolved into her defeating them all with the power of goodness that took the shape of big stick of light that she was whacking people over the head with cackling like mad while riding a majestic golden unicorn.

	[color=f7941d]“...”[/color] Kosara was quiet as she woke up and the usual transition a person does from dreams to reality happened, leading to most of her memories of her dreams going away. Gone were the hellish scenes and fiends. All she more or less recalled from her dreaming were field of grass, flowers and riding a pretty horse while laughing merrily…[color=f7941d]” That was a nice dream.”[/color] She concluded, having decided that was all she really needed from said dreams. Yes, Kosara was a happily rested woman. Despite the events of last night, she had gotten a decent sleep for the most part.

	With a yawn and a stretch, she stood up to a sitting position, looking around. She was alone in the room, meaning that V had left at some point, but she suspected it couldn’t have been too long ago. In any case, She swung herself into sitting position at the edge of the bed and stood up. She made her bed, changed her clothes into her normal getup for day to day and began performing some light exercises and stretching routines. Had to keep in shape if anything, her main job was dancing and she really needed to maintain her flexibility and dexterity for it.

	After dealing with the warm up, she used a towel to dry herself and then prestidigitation to clean her clothing some. The last thing she did was to undo her braid and let her hair fall loose in gentle waves behind her. She just felt like letting it loose today or at least for the time being. She was probably going to have to rebraid it or ask somebody to help her with braiding it later, but for now she enjoyed it loose. Finally with all that done, she picked her back, swung it over her shoulder and happily headed downstairs. The scent of breakfast hit her right away once she entered, her long loose hair swaying behind her back for a change.

	[color=f7941d]“Hey, everybody! Breakfast smells amazing!”[/color] She called as she entered the main hall of the coach house.[color=f7941d]” Did I miss anything?”[/color] Kosara asked as she stormed inside like a blur of white and found herself the closest empty seat to the fire, eyeing the breakfast offered with hungry eyes, before she eyed the others[color=f7941d].” Why do I feel I’m really missing something?”[/color] She quipped, looking at V and Kathryn, the later of which was already moving on alcohol… in the morning! Kathryn was turning into a layabout![color=f7941d]" Kathryn..."[/color] Kosara begain, staring at the bigger woman. The tielfing's loose white wavy hair was framing her pale face.[color=f7941d]" You aren't trying to get drunk the first thing in the morning... are you?"[/color] Her eyes narrowed at the woman's choice of drink! Brandy in the morning! At least it should have been beer if you were to drink it so early!