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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The Coach House -> On the road. 
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Setting up Old Boy (Animal Handling: 12)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 5/5

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BlackBerry listened intently to Lady Kathryns short recounting of her dream with a deepening furrow of his brows (eye ridges?). If Victoria were there as well he would have liked to have compared their dreams and try to find any common or even familiar thread though he wasn't too sure how helpful the dreams could be. He didn't even get a chance to ask any follow up questions before she finished inhaling her food and nearly sprinted out the door with Lizbeth in tow.

[color=00aeef]"You be safe also!"[/color] BlackBerry called after them.

He sent after them a worried sigh and rubbed his eyes in a silent wish that all would be well, or at the very least neither would encourage the other into something dangerous; Lady Kathryn always the noble defender and Elizabeth trying to prove herself would not make a good mix. He still recalled yesterdays excitements.

[color=00aeef]"Well, I suppose I had better get things ready for our travels also."[/color] He turned his attention to the Mosswaters while gathering up the used crockery and cutlery into a pile. [color=00aeef]"May I ask Master Barbal if you had any strange dreams yourself at all?"[/color]

BlackBerry would listen to Barbals description of his dream with an appropriate grimace at the mention of bugs hatching from where the sun didn't shine. The whole ordeal, dream or not, had clearly shaken the poor man but BlackBerry couldn't really get anything of use from the tale. Some more questions later might be in order but breakfast and talk of bugs clashed terribly. 

[color=00aeef]"I do apologise profusely for the trouble Master Barbal. It does sound like a most dreadful dream."[/color] BlackBerry called from the kitchen where he was giving the last of the plates a quick wash. The Pot from last night was left on the counter still abandoned and ignored for now. Returning to the Taproom he added, [color=00aeef]"Though I must add Kosara and I did try to warn you, but if that is the only dream you have then you shall have feared quite well considering what else you may have dreamed...anyway, a night in your own bed and some decidedly Not-Cursed Brandy will do you the world of good I should think."[/color]  He tried to finish the sentence with a chipper tone trying to smooth over the situation the Mosswaters had unfortunately stumbled in on. He made a mental note to politely ask them along the journey to keep everything they had overheard from last night to themselves if possible.

[color=00aeef]"On that note, please excuse me for a moment while I go gather my things for the journey and get Old Boy ready as well. You two are of course invited to join us for the journey and we shall drop you off on the way."[/color] 

He set off to do just that leaving the Mosswaters to finish their breakfast while he got himself ready; Heading upstairs to collect his bag, swords (you never knew!), and an extra blanket for the journey. BlackBerry found the winter wind as disagreeable as ever and Old boy seemed to agree with him, as the mule protested at first being dragged out of his nice warm and dry stable into the cold,and even after being lured out with the promise of some nice oats he gave a disgusted look at each flurry of snow the wind tried to whip up into shape. Jon had been an excellent teacher so BlackBerry was able to get Old Boy all hitched up to his wagon in very little time. As for the wagon itself, it did take BlackBerry a little bit longer to brush away the snow from the bed and making sure the tarp for the cover was in good condition to use, and in the process unearthed the Chamber Pot. ([color=00aeef]"I wondered where that had gotten to."[/color] )

[color=00aeef]"Gracious me it is cold out there."[/color]  BlackBerry returned to the Taproom with an exaggerated shiver to emphasis. [color=00aeef]"Gentleman, your chariot awaits. Shall we be off? Splendid. I did make some sandwiches for the road if you require them."[/color] 

Once said sandwiches were gathered from the kitchen and both the Mosswaters were sitting comfortably in the Wagon, BlackBerry would give the reigns a smart flick and accompanying click of the tongue they set off out of the courtyard and onto the road.