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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
[color=f7941d][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coachhouse! Taproom ~!
[color=f7941d][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color]  Having a Nap 
[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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	Kosara’s comfortable and pleasant time by the fireplace was quickly transformed into a comfortable and pleasant nap time by the fireplace. The constant noise of the taproom, with people talking, some moving about and the enjoyable crackle of the fireplace meant that her already tired self quickly began nodding off into the lands of dreams. It was a quick experience too. One moment she was listening to somebody speaking, probably V… then she blinked as the  crackle of wood burning was very relaxing and then somebody else was talking and then everything was kinda muted and she was yawning and then… Kosara was peacefully sleeping by the fireplace with a tiny content smile on her lips. The people and the noise didn’t seem to bother her much at this moment, no in fact for Kosara’s subconscious this… was most familiar. Warmth, chatter, friends and family… baring the wild undead in the basement of course. So she enjoyed her nap, which was very good especially since she had burned through some of her magical energy to cast the spells she did.

	Kosara didn’t have some grand dreams or nightmares happening during her nap time. What she dreamed of was mostly regular day to day things from back home, of enjoyable daily routines and of people she had not seen for what felt like years at this point, but was closer to an year total. Nostalgia and longing for home was a thing she had been experiencing on occasion and this… this nap was nice. While subconscious, this remembrance of home was precious to her. Of her Gramps, the man who ran the caravan stop where she mostly grew up and his rough and tough attitude, but caring and gentle when he needed to and how he treated all the people working for him as his own children.  Of him getting angry at her for trying to do things that weren’t safe or good for her. Seeing her many sisters, all the women who worked at the place too be they waitresses, cooks or dancers. How they doted on her, told her stories or joined in on her mischief whenever she was up to pranks and how they got angry at her when she got into too much trouble… Of Vierna, one of her oldest sister an elven woman who had spend years at the caravan stop and who was one of those who always looked after her.

	[color=f7941d]“No Vierna, I want to eat all the fried scorpions...” [/color]She mumbled in her sleep, smiling and recalling some of her best days in her life. Everything was going to be fine, as the crackling fire continued it’s merry melody to the sleeping tiefling woman, her content smile was probably dazzling.