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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] 33/ 34 [color=f7941d][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 12(15 Mage Armor)      [color=f7941d][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color]  N/a
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	[color=f7941d]“There were townsfolk who looked like they belonged back home… like in Farid’s homeland back home and all of them had these REALLY old faces.”[/color] Kosara replied to the bard with serious voice and expression.[color=f7941d]” I cannot tell you what that means and how it happened, but I’m fairly sure that’s not supposed to be the case this far north. It didn’t click at first when I was in town, but after a bit I just realized it and I’m not sure what that’s about, well aside some really bad possible scenarios.”[/color] The tiefling quipped.

	[color=f7941d]“So… whatever happens will happen somewhere between Frostfall and your birthday, with it being very possibly being the birthday as the date?”[/color] She guessed, hearing Lizbeth’s words.”[color=f7941d] We’ve got a bit of time yet, but not too much and we cannot be certain our persons of interest will not attempt to give us another reminder.”[/color] She she commented, sitting down once more. They had a lot of info to pull from, but the question was if they could do anything with that information. So far it all was a tangle of leads that seemed to lead nowhere by themselves, not completely of course they finally had some progress. Whatever was going on was almost certainly focused around Lizbet’s fate and was put in motion all the way back before her birth. Then the dwarf’s words clicked in and her eyes moved to rest on him.

	Stone cellar covers that were placed VERY far back ago and nobody knows where they ended? If somebody had to know where they were put it would be the craftsman who was commissioned to make em and usually to install them. Another piece of the puzzle that. If THAT was part of it, Kosara doubted Liz’s grandpa went far out of his way to move them somewhere far away. It would be counterproductive and somebody would notice it probably… so there might be something buried far closer to home here too… Just a possible thing to keep in mind she supposed. It could also be just more things vineyard things stored, but seeing as apparently nobody knew where, she doubted it. No it was just another part of the mystery that was Mr L’Rose. Who really had to be kicked in the shins a few times for causing all this mess and then cursed to stub his toes on furniture until he repents completely!

	Kosara then briefly wondered if it was worth drinking the evil booze too and try to see if she too can gleam any  insights into it, but in the end decided not to. Nah… Grandpa would be displeased if she did… maybe. She had no way to confirm. Well her other Grandpa whom she called Gramps and ran the caravan rest would be displeased for drinking obviously non up to standard alcohol. Then her sisters would all fuss over her and make her promise to not drink evil alcohol again… like they did that one time with the mild hallucinogenic cactus water… She still had no idea why. They could do it after all, but it wasn’t allowed for her. Not fair! 

	In the end Kosara decided to just enjoy a bit of rest after the chaos that was wild magic teleporting undead in the basement and scooted her chair over to the fireplace where she sat down, enjoying the fire, a cup of tea and surprisingly keeping quiet or she might have been in the process of starting a nap too. Her eyes were kinda narrowed and head was bobbing up and down with her breathing after a bit after a specifically notable yawn.