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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] 23/ 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] Coachhouse! Taproom ~!
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Cure Wounds on Berry(12)
[color=f7941d][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
[color=f7941d][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/a
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	With the kettle put onto the fire, Kosara was free to refocus on other things once more, but first she spend a good couple of dozens of seconds staring into the fire. It was… nice? Yes, almost hypnotic and warm. Very warm and it soothed her body right now. They were going to have to go down and retrieve the boots at some point… or anything other surviving in attempt to indentify magical objects and figure out which is safe to keep around and what needs to be locked for everybody’s safety. Like for example who knew if one of those wands wasn’t a wand of instant death and evil nonsense.

	Suddenly she blinked, pulling away from thoughts of flame, focusing on the others, having missed a few moments, but became aware just in time to hear Berry talking about stuff in the book of importance. She skipped over to Berry, patted him on the shoulder as golden energies appeared and sparkles rushed at the dragonborn’s injuries to rapidly healing him.[color=f7941d]” Cure Wounds! Here, this should make you feel better!”[/color] She smiled at him as she moved over to check the marked parts of the book with great interest.

	The tiefling blinked a few times as she read the notes first. Then blinked, rubbed her eyes and read them again. YES, they weren’t changing.[color=f7941d]” Ohh...”[/color] She quipped, making a thinking face. There were a lot of references to the land and harvests… For some reason her mind kept going back to the grape things that smelled like rotting flesh. Then there were mentions of the dead and not letting them lay overnight. All in all, there were a few conclusions to be made that can be summed quite nicely.[color=f7941d]” Well… that aiiiiiiiin’t good.”[/color] She commented, eyes running over the varying notes once more. There was a very distinct decline in sanity apparent in those notes… well maybe decline in sanity wasn’t the right term. It was more like what one might call a shift in alignment… Going from caring, to hating and back to caring as if fighting off a foreign influence.

	This along with what Lizbeth might be reading confirmed the presence of the Prince. What the thing that Kosara was reading however was more or less confirming who the prince claimed to be. Well if he was hiding all the way out here it might explain why nobody has seen or heard of him in ages. Who would seek out a southern lich all the way north.[color=f7941d]” We are going to need holy water… a lot of holy water… and fire.”[/color] Kosara finally stated then blinked, recalling words being spoken. [color=f7941d]“Hold up… those ‘DREAMS’… and booze...“[/color] She mumbled, making a thinking face as she eyed the group. There had been repeated mentions there was magic within the land itself… [color=f7941d]”Hmmm...”[/color] Kosara had entered her hard thinking state as she began playing with her braid.

	There was something just on the tip of her mind. THe faces she mentioned in the journals... now that it was pointed out, yes that was a very unsettling realization. It implied very very bad things, the other implication however. The repeated mentions of hte magic in the land, the dreams, the fertility and harvests mentioned, then there were the nightmares and the fact Urmdrus mentioned it was after the booze. Now that she thought about it, didn't the group supposedly have the dreams when they drank it too?[color=f7941d]" Wait... magical land... magical energies... evil energies... plants grow and fruit in said land and energies... could it be..." [/color]The tiefling was talking to herself pacing left and right. Suddenly she spun on a heel and aimed a left hand at V.

	[color=f7941d]"THE BRANDY MIGHT BE MAGICAL AND OR EVIL!!!"[/color] She proclaimed with such a finality and certainty like it was saying that the sun was coming in the morning or that the sky was blue.[color=f7941d]" The journals keep repeating about the land and how it's related, about evil dreams showing information and things... and you lot all had the bad dreams after drinking it, am I wrong? We need THAT identified right away!"[/color] Kosara stated, looking very serious.