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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] 21	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Tap room --> Court Yard --> Big House
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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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	"[color=598527]Thank gods you're okay.[/color]" Kathryn breathed out in relief. Though there was a moment where she had thought she had killed her squire, the small girl had begun to breath again, and seemed to stabilize in an okay manner. "[color=598527]I'm so sorry about that, you caught me off guard for a moment there and I guess reflex took over. You're getting good, we're going to have to find a better balance between casual training and fight or flight reflex though.[/color]" Kathryn joked with the small child she briefly used as a fill in foot ball. With training finished up for the day, Kathryn gathered up her assorted gear, and before leaving remembered that she had a meeting planned with the Mosswaters. That, may get delayed a bit. Not wanting to totally stand the couple up, Kathryn wrote a pleasant and hopefully polite note for the halflings, leaving it attached to the door to be easily found should the couple make it out today. 


[hider=Hello Friends!]
	[i]Apologies to be reaching out like this, but due to events that took place the previous night I am a bit indisposed with responsibilities that must be addressed as soon as possible. I apologize for the inconvenience and hope you can forgive this short noticed delay. If things go as planned I shall be up at the main house conducting my work. If you would still like to mingle and chat I would happily take a short break to accommodate you. Should you arrive and prefer to return home please feel free to do so without offense, my duties sprung up last minute in the middle of our plans so the fault is all my own. Should today not work, let's reach out and see when else we can arrange a time to meet. 

	As a followup, I must apologize for my demeanor the previous night, and I appreciate your ever pleasant moods to my shenanigans. I'm afraid I have a bit of a free spirit that likes to express herself from time to time, and she can be a bit tricky to reign in once she's out. I do hope I haven't made too much a fool of myself.

	Pleasant days,
	Lady Kathryn Pyke of Arcanaple  [/i]
[/hider]

	With the note left, Kathryn was on her way with Lizbeth to get to work! They were going to solve the case! Kathryn was going to help the bean! Then she was going to prove to her party that she was more than just a wall of muscle! It didn't take long before the deep snow began to be difficult. Kathryn was tall enough that though it was annoying, she was going to be okay. She did have to stifle a chuckle watching the determined Lizbeth tough through the snow. "[color=598527]Would you like a hand?[/color]" Kathryn asked amused. At first the small warrior in training refusing, determined to make a go herself. Admirable, but she was clearly struggle. A few more feet, and one minor slip face first into the snow, Kathryn asked again. "[color=598527]Come on, it'll be fun. Let me help.[/color]" And with some relenting effort, Lizbeth agreed. So Kathryn picked her up with the ease that most people may lift a plate of bread, and set the bean on her shoulders. "[color=598527]Come on, CHARGE!!![/color]" Kathryn cheered trying to bring some fun to the moment to make it feel more like a game. Kathryn though attempting to go fast, also almost slipped and fell. So was quickly forced to slow down with a soft chuckle. "[color=598527]Okay, maybe instead of charge, a brisk walk yeah?[/color]" The rest of the walk wasn't too much harder. 

	Kathryn gave her warm hello's to those about the place as she passed them, and helped Lizbeth off her shoulders once the snow was clear enough she could walk without major difficulties. Now, things got serious. For real this time! Kathryn briskly walked down into the basement of the big house, moving her way down deep into the tasting room, and towards the office door that Cecily said should be locked. Kathryn knew though, that was not the case. And thankfully it had not relocked. The office was... unsettling to say the least. The giant sarcophagus was the first thing that brought attention to Kathryn. Kathryn did take note of the various work stations, but what stood out was the desk with a locked box by it. Kneeling down, Kathryn took out her hammer, and gave the box an ever so slight tap, and figured if need be she could smash the box. However, that could destroy whatever is inside it. She wanted information, evidence. Things she could use! Taking out her short sword, she placed the tip, and figured she could snap the lid off if need be. But she would give it a minute. Maybe a key was nearby? So she decided to give the desk a once over. 

	Kathryn began pulling out and laying out an assortment of ledgers, business records, a ton of paper and ink, some rather nice looking wax seals and their respective signets, it reminded Kathryn of someone running a small kingdom. She was sure her father must have had some sort of office like this back home, and if she was to have gotten her keep she would have had a work space much like this herself. Then something stood out, a stiff drawer. With some gentle brute force, it opened. With a gentle feel about she found something of note. A brass key. "[color=598527]Wicked.[/color]" Kathryn said looking over the key. Then holding it up so Lizbeth could see it she called out. "[color=598527]Look what I found! Think it goes to this thing?[/color]" Kathryn said pointing the key to the box. Leaning back over, and setting aside her short sword, Kathryn set the key into the lock, and tensed. It fit perfect. Given the events of the last 16 or so hours, now she was anxious on whatever could be inside. With one hand on the lid, the other on the key, she carefully opened the box, ready to slam it shut should the need arise. So, she opens the box, and prays to the gods nothing jumps out at her.