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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] Basement --> Tavern --> Basement 
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[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	Kathryn had some regrets. Maybe she could have handled the letter better, but the more she tried to hide and protect Lizbeth, the more she found herself finding Lizbeth being set up for a great and more painful fall. The more the small bean was likely to crash out from what she was going through. The more it would hurt. She didn't know if it was the right choice, but given the option to keep blindly sheltering Lizbeth, or to help prepare her for what may happen, the clearer the choice was that Lizbeth could not be coddled and sheltered forever. When Lizbeth began to break down, Kathryn found herself remembering her kinder years in her youth. Where instead of belittling her younger siblings and the other children of the keep, she instead was a pillar of support for those who were not as strong. Setting her helmet down on the table as Lizbeth struggle to contain herself. 

	Pulling up a chair next to her squire Kathryn wrapped her arms around young Lizbeth, holding her closely, giving her somewhere to feel safe for just a moment. "[color=598527]let it out. However you need too. And whatever you need, I will be here for you.[/color]" Kathryn stated. She wished she could do more. But she didn't know much of the arcane. She didn't know for sure what she was going through. But Kathryn would do everything she could to help Lizbeth. She would do everything she could to support the girl. When Lizbeth stood up and began to march towards the basement, quickly turning into... that form she would sometimes turn into. It no longer surprised Kathryn. Though it did unsettle the warrior. Seeing what Lizbeth could do in the bright light, seeing what she was. Kathryn wondered if this was a curse, or if it was what Lizbeth was truly deep down. No. She may look like this, but that wonders small child who wanted to see what the world had to offer, that is what Lizbeth was. That is who she was. Even if she did look like this. 

	As the time passed, Victoria seemed to be making a bit more headway with things than Kathryn was. Firstly taking the creepy grave rock that Kathryn had found. Then disappearing to read her books. "[color=598527]I.... okay....[/color]" Kathryn said, not really sure how she felt on this. But for all intents and purposes, Victoria was the expert on such matters. And be the expert she was. In moments the bard had put pieces together that Kathryn couldn't even wrap her head around. When Kathryn heard Sorcerer, she was tempted to ask Victoria the difference between a sorcerer and a warlock, but in the end she decided against such measures. For now, give Lizbeth time to process the information and then figure things out. BB had also taken the time to read the letter, and it seemed the party was more or less in agreement. Lizbeth was definitely effected by strong magic. Dangerous magic. But, she was still her. She was just, struggling with power beyond her comprehension. 

	Returning to the basement, Lizbeth had taken a moment too help figure things out, pointing out the coldest wall used to store the bacon. Alas, it was another angle to look at things, so Kathryn got to work. She moved bits about, shoved them to the side, and as per Lizbeth's requests, she did not break everything in an attempt to figure it out. Alas, a fair request. That is when she noticed, the only bit of fixed furnishing in the room was a single shelf, used to store tools, ropes, parts, and the only furniture affixed to the wall. But, it stood out too. Kathryn wasn't sure what it was, but she had found herself a depressed drunken mess a few times in taverns so she could at least claim to be an expert. Something... was off. So she began to move about the tools on the shelf, even the shelf itself. Maybe there was a lever to reveal something?  Maybe there was some way too learn more?