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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]
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	Thanks to the work of Master Urmdrus, the Coach house was quickly becoming a small fortress. The design did very much remind Kathryn of a small keep in more isolated regions or by lords who couldn't afford large forts. Maybe even garrison forts that didn't house lords, but the king's men in isolated regions. Still, with the few improvements that were made, someone trying to force their way inside would be having to go at it for a while before gaining entry. And the crossbars she was pretty sure would be significantly harder to pick than a traditional lock. When all was said and done, Kathryn gave the master craftsman a nod and spoke simply, yet warmly. "[color=598527]Thank you very much Master Urmdrus. I pity any poor bastard who tries to force entry into this place. And thank you for following up about the gate. But the crossbars and latches were far more important, and would likely do more to to keep everyone safe. Thank you very much.[/color]" Kathryn said, thankful to have Urmdrus on their side in this. 

	Kathryn did have a chuckle at the talks of the next day's breakfast. How the quality of story telling would be entirely dependent on the breakfast the next day. Kathryn had let out a snort of a laugh at the shenanigans, and had to quickly catch herself before she did something worse with her laugh! Snorting like a pig was one she rarely did, but if caught off guard enough, she worried it would come up. 

	Victoria seemed pretty insistent on going out on her own. Kathryn worried it undermined what she had just stated being so close to dark already. A part of her wanted to put her foot down. Demand that Victoria not go off on her own, even if she did have her creatures to assist her. She decided against that though for a few reasons. Firstly, Kathryn didn't actually have any authority here. What she had was a loud voice, a huge stature, and brief moments of confidence that gave the illusion of authority. But more importantly, everyone was warming up to the situation. There was far less doom and gloom than she was originally worried about. On top of that, it was not yet dark. Though it was close. "[color=598527]If you are going to insist Victoria, then go have fun with your music. Just stay close enough so if some undead bear tries to eat you we can hear you calling out yeah?[/color]" Kathryn joked, trying to keep the lighthearted mood. 

	Though when the talk on travels seemed to explode, Kathryn couldn't help but feel giddy and wanting to include what she knew too. "[color=1a7b30]You've never been to Arcanaple? A shame really, there are trees older than any mortal being in the deep woods, as thick around as a stone tower if not bigger. Old stone structures that were likely forts dating back to the age of empires long before Arcanaple was the kingdom it was today. About 30 years ago a whole underground city was discovered, and it was confirmed to be Yitilla, a city believed to be a myth in old children's stories. Making a bunch of regional scholars begin to question what else from those old stories are real, or just included that city for name alone.[/color]" Kathryn said with excited glee. "[color=598527]My father even visited it during his Wandering years. It was actually... the only place he visited in his wandering years. Otherwise he spent 4 years studying in the Great Library of Ophelia. Four years, reading books. And attending lectures.[/color]" Kathryn said in disbelief considering how her wandering years were going. He wasn't even going to study to pick up skills. he just wanted to... read. Then Kathryn looked over to Victoria, and a part of her could see Victoria doing that as well. "[color=598527]Though I am surprised you haven't been to even one of the port cities in Arcanaple? Well, maybe I shouldn't be that surprised. Yet here I am.[/color]" She said with a dorky smile. Mostly just excited to chat about something other than impending doom for a moment. "[color=598527]You know BB, I am not sure you have shared much but what places have you been too? Have you traveled far at all?[/color]" Kathryn asked the monk with intrigue, excited to hear more about her fellow party members. Even Kosara got involved in sharing some details about her home! More places she would love to visit someday. 

	Kathryn found herself weak to dinner. When Lizbeth brought out the food, she would be lying if she said she didn't have a small sparkle in her eyes, and struggled to hide her excitement. Though Kathryn absolutely worried what people thought of her in terms of looks, her acts, and her abilities, she liked food. There was no hiding it. When confronted about it, she would always answer something along the lines of "[color=598527][i]I am the biggest person within 50 miles of here, I will eat more than other people[/i][/color]" or "[color=598527][i]I can bench press a whole family sitting at a table, that takes a lot of energy[/i][/color]" or! "[color=598527][i]It's not that much! Stop judging me! Don't look at me![/i][/color]" before crying into whatever she was currently eating. All depending on her current confidence levels. When Lizbeth gave Kathryn her food, Kathryn let out a chuckle at the comment of "Being accustomed to better food". "[color=598527]Lizbeth, my schooling and learning years were spent on reading, writing, and how to wield a sword. I can't cook anything more complex than scrambled eggs and cinnamon rolls. This is freaking fantastic. I must say, it smells delicious, and thank you very, very much.[/color]" Kathryn said warmly trying a few bites of the soup, a few more, before tipping the bowl back with both hands and downing it. Yes, it was in fact, good soup.