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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] Southmoor Temple
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[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
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	Kosara’s first impression of the temple was that it was a pretty thing. It wasn’t as grand or as beautiful of some of the grand temples of course and she was a bit disappointed that there wasn’t an alter to Sune. Just a bit mind you, she wasn’t a super dedicated follower of the goddess of beauty to the exclusion of everything else. On the plus side however there was one for Lliira so that was good! Joy, dancing and celebrations were very important things after all and she was willing to kick anyone who said otherwise in the shins.  There were only three people present as far as she could spot from the get go and two were seemingly busy doing their thing, probably worshiping their patron of choice. The third approached her and spoke with a frankly gravely, but charming manner. 

	[color=f7941d]“Ohh no! I must accept the responsibility and fight the dark tidings and their harbingers!” [/color]Kosara exclaimed in a great display of emotion and joy, arms flailing around in panicked fashion for a moment to react to the man’s proclamation of doom and  gloom. She too joined him in the laughter after that though, a merry emotion filled almost childish laughter.

	[color=f7941d]“It’s not a problem, sir!”[/color] Kosara replied grinning at him, her still loose hair framing her face in white, pale horns jutting from underneath the hair.[color=f7941d]” My name’s Kosara, pleasure to meet you! I'm a traveling dancer, explorer and adventurer.”[/color] She added, offering him a hand. The only visible weapon she had was the whip that the L’Rose’s resident dwarven craftsman gifted her. It was attached to her belt.[color=f7941d]" This is a very beautiful temple you have."[/color] The tiefling added, still smiling.

 	[color=f7941d]“Think is there’s a bit of concerning issue… one that requires discretion”[/color] She said in a hush voice, throwing glances around.[color=f7941d]” We’ve had an undead situation last night at the L’Rose estate…”[/color] Kosara told him as quietly as possible, minding the other people in the temple.[color=f7941d]” We’ve dealth with it, but have reason to believe something serious might be happening, but not much information.  We suspect it’s a situation that’s been brewing for years now, maybe as far back as the necromantic wars, so I was hoping the temple might have some records that might be of help? Anything from reports from the time, sightings since or suspicions? I was told there aren’t many divine casters that operate in Southmoor, but maybe there are records at least?”[/color] She asked hopefully.