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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
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House, kitchen
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Pursuassion (12)
[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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[color=00aeef]"KOSARA!"[/color]  BlackBerry had cried back with startled excitement almost matching her volume. He nodded along to her frantic story, not doubting the truth of it for a second, and added. [color=00aeef]"Just as well really. I suppose the Gods do truly know how much help we could do with now."[/color] 

BlackBerry rather liked Daxos; the fellow was polite without being withdrawn, and eager to share a chuckle with others. The fact that Kosara had brought him along helped as despite initial appearances, out of them all BlackBerry thought Kosara had the best judge of character. But on that note he did have to wonder 'Why' Kosara had brought Daxos along? The current issue at hand was exactly the sort he felt neither Madame L'Rose or even Young Lizbeth would want many to know of. Clearly Daxos was someone Kosara thought might be helpful to their plight.

For now, BlackBerry would trust her judgement despite his concerns.

[color=00aeef]Quite so indeed."[/color]  He nodded at Daxos' comment. [color=00aeef]"Come now, do make yourself at home and I shall go refresh the pot. For that matter, what is your choice of drink, Master Daxos? I shall endeavour to find something suitable."[/color] 

It seemed odd, almost ridiculous to be playing host when the answers to all their questions may very well be under their noses, literally, in this instance, along with whatever danger that may be hiding with them. Lizbeth, for her part currently seemed to be trying to book yet more of her time to learning and training. At this rate she was going to run out of hours in the day. Admittedly though, Blackberry would was quite interested in learning a bit more about magic himself.

[color=00aeef]"Young Lizbeth."[/color]  He called over his shoulder whilst retrieving the kettle from the fireplace. [color=00aeef]"I do apologise for the interruption, but may I ask you to fetch me some fresh water please?"[/color] 

It was a poor excuse; the tea was still hot, almost steaming when he stepped out the door to pour out the tea,  but it was the only straw he could grasp at to get a moment to talk to Lizbeth and anyone else who wished to join him in the kitchen.  Much like his body rummaging through the cupboards for the tea leaves, so too did his mind rummage around for ideas of what he could say to Young Lizbeth. Unfortunately, before he could come up with anything concrete enough to be of any use she then arrived with fresh water as requested.

[color=00aeef]"Ah! Marvelous, thank you very much indeed Young Lizbeth. Just over there if you would and I shall prepare the tea for our guest."[/color]  He gestured her to put the bucket of water down on the counter top and set about the usual preparations. [color=00aeef]"Actually, Young Lizbeth. Before you go, I would like to have a quiet word with you about...well...I suppose all of what we may be on the cusp of finding."[/color] 

BlackBerry did not immediately start his little 'sales pitch'; he used the time it took to pour the water into the kettle and set it hanging above the now more lively flames of the kitchen fire to hammer out the finer points of what he had to say in his mind, and to give a bit of room  for anyone else who may wander in to arrive, or perhaps for Lizbeth as well to say something.

[color=00aeef]"I do hope we are about to find the answers you so deserve, Young Lizbeth, truly I do."[/color]  BlackBerry finally looked away from the kettle and to the young girl before him. He didn't flinch from her death like appearance. He was certain that she was itching, practically frantic now to find the answers to what was happening to her after Lady Kathryn had given her the letter and even more so now after revealing what had been found in the basement. But BlackBerry knew, for Lizbeths own safety he had to try and temper that energy of hers. [color=00aeef]"However I must warn you that you may not like what you find, if we do even find anything of substance."[/color]  He wondered if Lizbeth had considered such a horrible possibility. [color=00aeef]"But more importantly there could be something of considerable danger to you, even with your many hours training with Master Urmdrus and Lady Kathryn."[/color]  Blackberry could already hear her oncoming protest so he quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder hoping to ground her against a possible tide of fury or even fear. [color=00aeef]"Do not worry, I am not asking you to abandon your hunt for answers. Certainly I am not so cruel. I remind you though that Your Aunt placed you in our care in the hope you would be safe. And selfishly I, like Kosara, Victoria, and Lady Kathryn, do not wish for any harm to befall you. Do you understand what I am asking of you, Young Lizbeth? Please do be patient and let us face the dangers before you."[/color] 

The armour on Lizbeths shoulder was cold to the touch despite the growing warmth of the Coach House. In front of him, BlackBerry didn't see a not-quite-undead being, he saw a very sad and very angry young woman even under the polite smile she painted upon her face. He wondered of all the thoughts that must be running through her head at that moment and if he had been able to impress upon her at all the danger they may face. He wondered if perhaps he was being cruel asking her to stand to the side when she was now so close to the answers she was after.