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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! Around the place… VIGIL! → to Urmdrus’ Workshop
[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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	Sleep was… sleep. Come morrow Kosara didn’t really remember anything from what she might have dreamed about. If she had even dreamed all things considering. She had woken very early to get her last watch shift and moved  to observe the happenings outside with focused intent and occasional slips into mental tangents that both posed questions most probably wouldn’t have asked about and answered things to questions nobody really needed to ask about. Whatever was going on in her somewhat sleepy mind was up to her own deal as she made sure to patrol around and be a quiet vigil over the coach house. If she could, she’d be up on the roof’s edge, crouching and imitating a brooding antihero just for the authenticity of it.

	After a little while, she got bored of just thinking about random topics and looking out the windows or on occasion walking around outside in the cold, so she pulled her journal and began catching up on writing she had fallen back on to a degree. Ohh every night she did write a bit, but nowhere near as much and there were whole pages which she had left black so she could go back and write in the rest and now was the perfect time to do so in between looking out and patrolling. So writing down she began and on occasion doing little sketches about things. Like a cartoony adorable looking bird and pig and what V was up to on specific day or a waxing tangents about what a REALLY good friend Kathryn was, but that she still owed her a oil massage or two. It was a nice peaceful time.

	It wasn’t until the day finally approached, first notable by the slight discoloration at the edge of the horizon, not even first daylight even when the noises from the room where their guests were happened. Kosara couldn’t exactly hide or hold the very victorious smug little grin.[color=f7941d][i]’ HA! Told you the brandy was evil, but you still did it anyways! Hmph!’ [/i][/color]Smug Kosara was smug.

	[color=f7941d]“Have fun!”[/color] Was the tiefling’s reply when V also appeared early early like an early bird to begin the day.

	With everybody else waking up finally, Kosara was freed from her solemn duty of vigil over the inhabitants of the Coachhouse for the evening. Going down, she found Berry who was probably preparing breakfast.[color=f7941d]” Hey, Berry, Liz, Kathryn!!! I’m going out to mister Urmdrus’s workshop for a bit. Be back in a little while!”[/color] She informed him and bolted out, casting some prestidigitaitons on her inner clothes. In difference from yesterday, today Kosara’s hair was also very carefully braided in a long thick braid like she usually wore her hair day to day. She did have a lot of time during her watch after all.

	Thus the happy little tiefling was stomping out the door and into the snow heading to the dwarf’s workshop in hopes of catching him up and about. Which he probably was, he seemed like a dedicated early riser to craft early. She had a professional question to ask him.