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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Lying to Jon (Deception) : 6
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 4/5


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The silence was always the worst part.

[color=00aeef]"Truly, I am sorry Jon."[/color]  As last night, the words simply weren't enough against the shock and grief Jon must be going through.

At that moment BlackBerry instead focused on what he could do to help Jon, and lent a hand pouring out the feed and bulk to the horses. But he was aware of how little time he might actually have especially given that Jon had not seen either Kathryn or Lizbeth that morning. Worry tied his stomach into nervous knots. His cruel imagination happily provided visions of ghastly magics leaping from the shadows of a nefariously decorated study.

The rattle and bang of containers made BlackBerry jump, shaking the offending images from his skull, only to spin around and see Jon wrestling a large box but otherwise unharmed. He let out a snotty sigh of relief. BlackBerry came back to Jon to help put away everything and apologise again for not being able to stay longer to help clean up.

[color=00aeef]"On that note then I must be off. But what I can do for you now is assure you, Jon, that myself and the others; *The Ones Who Answered*, are already working fiercely to resolve the matter."[/color]  BlackBerry responded to Jons worries as best he could, again tried to bring some bravado and confidence into his voice to lay those worries to rest. [color=00aeef]"And to make sure you are all safe and well. It is simply the least can do after we were welcomed here."[/color] 

Jons final point however, caught BlackBerry off guard by the door and he silently cursed his short shortsightedness. The Letter, the Guests, Young Lizbeths strange turns, all of it, it all clawed at the back of his throat begging to be released. He looked out upon the land and the sun struggling to move into the sky to warm the land in the same way BlackBerry's own thoughts struggled to organise themselves into what to say. He lay his hand upon the door frame and in that bracing chill his fingers began tap, tap, tapping.

[color=00aeef]"No. Nothing at all. "[/color]  Blackberry lied then pried his fingers off the door frame. He tried to smile, reassuringly, believably through the shame washing over him. [color=00aeef]"So I shall be off now Jon. Things to do and all that as you well may already have guessed, spoken of even. Ah, I shall get of your hair also. Good day!"[/color]  He swiftly turned on his heel and walked in measured and controlled steps away from the stable trying to get away from the guilt settling on his shoulders.

BlackBerry crunched his way back down the path, back towards the Estate House, with his eyes resolutely locked on where he was placing his feet next. As he was running around in his mind after himself, (trying to reassure himself that telling Jon his employer had made a deal with an undead patron would have been the absolute choice) he then became away of the sound of heavy footsteps crunching rapidly through the snow and getting louder.

[color=00aeef]"Ah!"[/color]  BlackBerry cried out seeing Lady Kathryn jogging towards him with Young Lizbeth perched on her shoulder. [color=00aeef]"There you both ar-ah!"[/color]  The rest of the sentence was left behind by Lady Kathryn grabbing BlackBerry and hooking him under her arm without even the good graces to slow down. [color=00aeef]"Lady Kathryn! Is all-oof-what ar-good gracious-Could you at least pretend I weigh anything?"[/color]